The Waking Nightmare

The dream was not unlike many she had had before. A phantom world that was vague and blurred with fleeting images. Faces of those she would see in her daily life. Her mother and aunt. A glimpse of the brother in Florida hunched over a car engine while smoking a cigarette. Even her dog, which had recently been put down, was there. Its large black and white body bounding toward her through the over grown lawn.1

Then a clear image of the sky. Vast and pure in its simplicity. She found herself lying in a soft field of yellowish grass, just staring into the expanse of the blue heavens that no man would ever reach. On her belly she could feel the lady bugs crawling over her soft flesh and a cold breeze blew over her face. Her eyes were fixed upon the sapphire sky above her. Natures beauty lay all around her, as she, the goddess of this dreamscape, enjoyed the fruits of her minds creation. 2

The lady bugs on her belly were beginning to crawl up her shirt. The goddess lifted her hand in attempt to swat the annoyance away but her arms would not move. Her chocolate eyes were drawn to the large cloud that blocked out the sun, her sun, and filled her world with a looming shadow. Fear began to crawl from her belly in hot bile towards her mouth. Once again she tried to lift her hand in order to free herself from the insects that were now roaming over her breasts but they simply would not move. 3

The darkness had enveloped her with an overpowering heat that choked her breath. She tried to breathe in deeply but an impossible weight was upon her. The goddess began to scream as the vile insects made their way down her body towards her legs. She could feel them invade her most intimate of spots and she screamed in fear and repulsion. Suddenly, something large and heavy was upon her mouth and her cries of anguish were muffled. The goddess opened her eyes.4

The girl entered reality as though she had crashed through glass. Her eyes found the man above her. His dark eyes found her stare and in an instant his free hand was blinding her. The girl tried to scream but her mouth was covered and she could not see, but she could FEEL. She could feel him as he somehow maneuvered past her sweat shorts and into her. The realization was like a blow to the face and she struggled against him. Her hands shot blindly at him, hitting his shoulders and head but it was no use. The man only pressed harder on her face with his hands while he performed his malicious deed. 5

Shots of agony went through her as his merciless movements caused a cyst in her ovaries to rupture. The pain made her mind focus on the crime upon her body and all her senses were trapped in the moment. The smell of his hand beneath her nose, the sound of his labored breath, the feeling of pain. All of these would forever be burned into her memory. 6

In what seemed like an eternity, the man was finished and backed away from her. Cold air from the air conditioner blew over her tear stained face. The darkness over her eyes was gone and the first thing she could see was the window beside the couch where she lay. The sky looked through the glass at her, the goddess that had been made to bleed through the waking nightmare.7