Silent Dreams of Nothingness

I sat alone in blackened mist, a cold chill slithering across my flesh…shivering. Where was I? who am I? Out of the nebulous drabness of night, screamed the endless bellows of silence. I tried to move but could feel nothing - no ground beneath my feet. Though alive, I could not inhale any air…a pleasurable suffocation…a vacuum of dreadful emptiness.

I recalled no memories and it seemed…my existence was but folklore spoken by no one - a tale untold into earless heads. I was an unwritten story never read…never written. I was an imaginary fabric of the void - a shadowy phantasm - a vacant bubble of dreams…but whose dreams?

A thousand eyes defiled my surface, examining every crevasse, probing all of which I did not know. Fear had taken my world and I knew they were there…watching my every move…predicting my very intention. A surmounting terror wrapped it’s powerful claws - clasping my heart - yet I yearned to hear it’s beat. It was close and I knew death was inevitable.

Conceiving echoes from a distant shore…a thousand masterpieces of hellishness painted…still hidden…sheathed in black…behind which veiled my memories. I could taste the thickened flavour of ocean…a salty fog sheathing my virgin tongue. I felt no pain. I had no arms, no legs and no solid reality to sink my handless arms into.

A voice walked towards me…dragging a clubbed foot across searing lava - I could smell it cooking within it’s tattered, leather boot. I tried to cry but could not. My head remained eyeless, yet burned they did…in need of moisture…cracked and chaffed. If only I could secrete a single tear of blood to thank he who approached - to pay tribute for relieving me of this lifeless extinction.

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A whispering murmur shattered my windows of reality…groaning,”Who are you?”

Who are you…who are you…repercussing back and forth. Screaming jets of sound in textured layers - betwixt my madness; reverberations of insanity…chiseling souls…molding dreams. The voice blasted in geometric amplitudes, pulverizing my boneless head…leaving it as forgotten mush.

The words bounced violently within my cerebral echo chamber and emanated an untasted odour…a silent fragrance encased in a glistening skin…undulating, bathing in silvery refraction. Finally, I began a forward velocity…mourning that which I dreamed…to answer the question…who are you?

There it hung in all it’s eternal loneliness…a mirror. The mirror of my dreams - above which dangled a solitary light to shine upon what I wanted so desperately to know. Though petrified in terror, I summoned the strength to gaze upon the unknown. I strained a powerful wave of visual acuity upon my reflection - taking in my identity…an attempt to solve my reality…to unmask my secrecy.

I felt that singular tear of blood trickle down my cheek…stricken by profoundity as I distinguished nothing. I was not there. I do not exist…a forgotten memory existing only as an unborn notion of nothingness. My spirit smiled…alas, my question answered…and I heard angels sing…

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March 7, 2008 · Filed Under short-story

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15 Responses to “Silent Dreams of Nothingness”

  1. yasmine on March 7th, 2008 4:36 pm

    Bobby, I just love the way you articulate your thoughts, seriously you should consider writing a novel…I would definetly buy it so you have a reader already…oh gosh that would be so cool….anyways I’m looking forward for your book… he he he. btw :idea: I also think you have poet’s touch. if you do decide to become a writer or a poet you don’t have to work at the bar with those waitresses. :lol: Just kidding. :mrgreen:
    yasmine’s last blog post..Harry Potter is the Devil? LOL

  2. EuroYank on March 7th, 2008 10:10 pm

    I wonder if death could really be that way … “my spirit smiled, and angels singing, and then nothingness?”

    EuroYank’s last blog post..Murdered For Challenging Big Oil

  3. Revellian on March 7th, 2008 10:43 pm

    Thanks Yasmine! I am writing two novels currently and I actually hope to be finished one day…haha! It’s so funny…I have had several different careers and soon I’ll be working in the computer field full time. However, I do get bored after working in one field after a few years. I am studying for more certifications; writing would be a more fun job though! :smile:
    BTW, all of your comments did go through but they don’t show up until I moderate them

  4. Revellian on March 7th, 2008 10:54 pm

    Hi Euroyank! Ah…the western mind. I don’t know if death is like that. However, this story is not about death; it’s about life. Really it’s rooted in the Japanese concept of “Muga-mushin”

    To sum it up: “Nothing exists…all things are becoming.” This is my tribute to both Zen and the writing of my favourite author, H.P. Lovecraft. I guess it could be called macabre Zen :smile:

  5. Genie Princess on March 8th, 2008 9:10 am

    Wow! I’m proud to have such a wonderful writer as my friend. You inspire me to be a better writer Bobby! :)
    Genie Princess’s last blog post..Games Galore!

  6. Revellian on March 8th, 2008 9:58 am

    Thank you Marzie!!! :oops: I’m just a beginner trying to find his way…hehe! I’m proud to have a great writer like you as my friend too :mrgreen:

  7. nimrodjo on March 8th, 2008 11:14 am

    I agree with yasmine…do finished your novels..I would love to read your novels… :grin:
    nimrodjo’s last blog post..ToW 8

  8. Revellian on March 9th, 2008 1:08 am

    Thanks Nimrodjo…it just takes a long time to finish. One is a horror novel which may not be for everyone…especially not children or people who scare easily. The other is non-fiction about my philosophies and views on life :smile:

  9. trinity on March 9th, 2008 4:50 am

    Wow, my friend is a novelist! I believe you will become a great writer Bobby.. good luck and publish your novels! Who are you, Bobby? Who are you….

  10. Revellian on March 9th, 2008 5:38 am

    Thanks Trinity! Who am I? I am infinitely less than a singular spec of subatomic mass - if compared to the whole of known reality :smile:

  11. Sueblimely on March 9th, 2008 5:49 am

    That is powerful , Bobby. I was mesmerized by your words. You may be but a spec but one who writes much better than the majority of specs. :razz:
    Sueblimely’s last blog post..Ultimate Blog (Party) Menus

  12. Jé Maverick on March 9th, 2008 9:50 am

    Very descriptive and well-wrought piece Bobby. Esoteric in some places - terrifying in others! Thankyou for the read! :smile:
    Jé Maverick’s last blog post..Other Sermons

  13. Revellian on March 9th, 2008 11:25 am

    Haha…thanks Sue! Though we are all specs…our lives can be monumental and eternal :smile:

  14. Revellian on March 9th, 2008 11:30 am

    Hello Jé, thank you so much! I am a horror fan and I cannot seem to stop my urge to be a little dark - so I don’t even try. You have definitely inspired me this week :smile:

  15. Bobby’s Batch #11 - Dedication To The Fanciful Muse | Revellian Dot Com on March 24th, 2008 5:15 pm

    [...] Last but not least, I wrote an extremely strange poem entitled Eleven last year which is indicative of my peculiar style of writing. If you can decipher the poem’s meaning, let me know! It falls under the “Zen-horror-philosophy” genre which is my invention and truly defines me. I further play with the concept in Silent Dreams of Nothingness. [...]

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