Date: 2/6/2019
By midnight-libra
Someone’s Arizona yard. Dry, dusty, dirty. Ever so slightly—the sand is shifting beneath me. A second later the Earth is opening up to swallow me. Columns of rock are sinking down as I’m tumbling deep. Some terrifying maze. Dark, damning, dingy. In a manic haze I’m plunging through empty alleys. Above I see the light of day—just faintly. Never more than now have I longed for peaceful sleep. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Haven’t been remembering any dreams lately, so here’s a nightmare I had when I was younger.