Class ... art class! Perfect timing ... to draw ... the dream? mabey. However ... it does go w/my doncentration subject .. drawing the dream ... but I must finish the one I'm working on right now ... Draw the dream while it's still fresh in my memory, then work on the other piece. "Hey Akumu!" ... Ronny ... "Hey Ronny!" ... "Hey Akumu!" ... Letaya, Mitia, Phoebe ... "Hey guys! What's up!" ... silence ... sound "Oh nothing much, just found a picture for the sky in my concentration." Letaya's picture is a vast forest w/a single tiny hut in the middle blanketed by a night sky. What about Phoebe? "How's your pic going Phoebe?" ... and, as usual "I can't get the flowers to look right. My picture sucks! I'm going to get such a bad grade." and as usual, Ronny butts in ... "What is it w/you!? You always hate your pictures! And no matter what we say you still complain about how awful your picture is!" "But the flowers look all wrong! And ... "(<-P)my pic is fine, but I shall start a new one today. Letaya is laughing at Pheobe and Ronny again, then she turns to Mitia "How 'bout you? How's your concentration going?" Mitia is drawing an island w/giant lizards on it, basking in the warm summer sun. "I'm still looking for a picture of a komodo dragon." "Why don't you draw another iguana?" Letaya asks Mitia "I already drew 2 of them. Besides, I want some variety in the lizards."(<-M) Letaya nods. They turn to me ... "My picture's going fine. But I'm starting a new pic today, a pic of another dream." Ronny was listening, so he comments "You have the freakiest dreams! Dead people floating in seas of blood, plants w/leaves like swords and other weapons, and that ... what did you call it? the 'void' spot! Always sucking everything in." Letaya likes my pics "Akumu's dreams are cool.", Ronny "But the violence! You two are crazy." Letaya and I gigle, gentle laughter, like water rippling through a softly flowing spring. Our laughter bubbles and splashes to the surroundings. Water of happiness, water of joy. This moment of peace w/in which I rejoice at the joys of our friendship, not just her and I, but all my friends who are w/me, or have gone by. Ronny is poking Phoebe again, I can hear her yelling "Ouch! That hurts!" Mitia watches on, occasionally laughting. Now to concentrate on the drawing.
The dream remebered, reminiscing the screaming, the people suffering rounds of a torterous game. The game I play against them, against my enemies, and who are they? ... They were ... people? ... I think ... they ... they ... were ... people? ... people ... yes. I judged them and they suffered for their crimes, or I kille dthem and let them die painlessly. But they died ... everyone died ... befor the end ... befor the void came ... before it rose from the alter and accepted my sacrifice. Then everything felll apart, like a mirror shattering into a thousand pieces which slowly dissolved into the nothingness, swallowed by the void.
The emptiness w/in my dreams, mass killings, mass death, all combine, mix, stiererd well in a blender, sliced by the blades, so all snippits and pieces amass into one congruous sop. Slowly poured into my mind, letting me drink in the visions ... visions ... the visions in my dreams combine to create ackumu, not for me, of course, the nightmares are for tohers. I enjoy the killing, I enjoy the death ... I ... I ... Watashiwa Akumu! A permanent aspect of myself, nightmares are what I deal out in my game of life. They are my ways of expression, self-reflection, communication ... I have seen other people's dreams , and explored them and interacted w/the dreamers, they are boring! Boring boring sweet dreams, mellow drops of nectar from a sweet but plain flower. How much better to drink hot spicy drops of poisonous fresh formed dew from an exotic crimson leaf, absorb the addictive liquid, soar through the air, whirl in psychadelic dancing, the ultimate rave, strongest high, feel the internal celebration, rancour of life, then sink into an interminable ocean, fall to no floor, slowly ... gradually ... then, the aftershock of sudden realizatio of the dream, visual shock of homicidal events, physical pangs from one's actions, but trmors suddenly cease. Nothing remains ... nothing ... only an empty cup of loneliness, a cool and relaxing drink that brings ... nothing. Recollection ... of ... rapid emotions, sudden shock and the following silence ...
