12 Dec Still Dreaming

With the 9th sleep now taking it’s hold and tightening it’s grip as these nights become darker with each passing fragile moment that passes by – I continue to find myself in and out of sleep once again. In and out of sleep like a pulsating neon light, whilst sinking downwards further and further within this dark pool. Though I am much further from the surface than ever before, I can feel deep down inside that what was once the surface is no more, and what once was the world outside that I had come to know throughout the ages – long before the In Between was discovered.

For countless hours it seems these dreams are filled with nothing but of a void, a void that beckons to me like some strong gravitational pull. It knows of my awareness, and it knows of my desires, yet, it refuses to give into them – it refuses to be swayed by them. In essence, it is like emptiness incarnate, while at the same time containing the potential and possibility of things so much greater than my drifting mind could ever come to grasp.

This 9th sleep is nothing like what of the previous sleeps had to offer. For what I once dreamed of before spoke images and promise of redemption, of fulfillment, and of new light alike. Things concepts are entirely void from the sleep that now takes control during these fleeting moments, in fact, this sleep as a whole it’s much more like a grip of the true void that exists far out of this time and space, infiltrating my mind, infiltrating my dreams. For in sleep my heart dreams in longings, while I am forced to dream of black and the dark surrounding.