Psychedelia

Psychedelia

Ghastly screams haunt me. The wind fills my ears with the damned whispers of those long gone. I walk in a dark alley.
The rain falls on me. I feel the wet drops on my skin. The rain turns to snow, the snow turns to hail, and the hail then turns to stone. All of a sudden, everything stops. A gumball hits my skin.
Behind me, tortured voices follow my wake and hounds from hell bay at my tracks. I attempt to run. I take a step forward. I fall.
I am falling for what seems an eternity into a chasm where there once was solid road. The whispering ravine swallows me whole.
For many a dream, one only needs to close his eyes, count to three and it’s over. That’s never the case for me.
I fear that the fall would leave me broken. I fear that the fall would cause my demise. I find myself wrong. I fall lightly upon a grassy meadow. Psychedelia, it is the beauty in chaos.
I wake. I am human… or am I? I know that all hell breaks loose when man and nature collide. I am he who seeks freedom, but I am trapped in a corporal prison. I seek peace in chaos, but I am trapped in the organized fray of war.
I look outside and I see snow. Moisture condenses upon the glass. I see an eye and I shiver.
I look around, the room is empty. Outside is freedom. An iron door bars my path. It opens and I fall into slumber once more.
This time, the dream is different. I am a wolf being chased by a pack of bloodthirsty rabbits. The hunter becomes the hunted and the hunted becomes hunter.
I run across a clean forest floor. It was free from the litter of dead leaves and garbage. I wonder why.
I break through the dense thicket. I find myself before the same ravine. Behind me, my predators caw like crows. They find me, I have but one choice.
I take a step forward and I begin to fall. I feel the wind on my face, I savour it. I yearn for the rock bottom for I wish to die. Instead, I sail effortlessly through the air. I am born anew.
I resume my human form. I am awake. A man in white enters the room. He tells me I am free to go. I stand and I leave.
I am dazed, I walk some more. A woman I do not know runs up to me. She hugs me. I see on her hand a diamond ring. "It seems she is married" I think. She places a kiss on my lips. And she takes my hand.
I remember that I forgot to ask the man something, something important. I wish to ask him “Will the dreams go away?”
Before the woman takes me away, I have a final glimpse at the building I am leaving. It has a sign that says. ‘Mental Asylum’ I dismiss it for I don’t even know what that means.
I walk away, wondering if I am ready to face the world.