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Authors: Paul H. Round
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the 17 th â¦
This was the point where I fainted. It might have been all the alcohol from the night before, but the night before wasnât in The Cauldron back in August 1971.
Not so bright, and in fact very, very late!
Iâd walked out of The Cauldron over two years before! Two fucking years before! God this is crazy!
Iâve got to get out of this place, if itâs the last thing I ever do. Somebody was playing an evil trick on me, though the sex was amazing!
Chapter 7 â In the unfortunate cancerous right here right now.
Back in the here and now, I was still reeling from my first terrifying cancer dream. The following evenings when darkness started to fall and the hands of tiredness were pulling me towards sleep, I was plagued with the terror of reliving the gut-wrenching experience. After a few anxious evenings the nights turned into ones filled with peaceful sleep. I only dreamt in the mediocre normal with vague and hazy experiences, most forgotten by morning. I started to crave the total life experience the tactile dream had given me. My life was so grey in its everyday pain I had to return to the total sensations of a crystal clear reality. This was the point where I started to fear going to sleep and dreaming the mundane for the rest of my life, however long that would be.
I supposed twenty days had passed, and even the urges to have more of the intense other dimension were fading. It was like Iâd almost dreamt a dream. Had I experienced it at all? This is what I started to believe until the night it happened again. I was dreaming the usual mixture of disjointed nonsense until I felt a shift, and Iâd moved back into the super real. It started with a feeling of oncoming terror.
The initial reason for this dread was that beneath my feet I started to feel pain. It came from below as a sensation of burning, a hot pressure building against the underside of my soles. At this point the visual took over. I was in a black void, a complete area of empty, black, cold space. In this cold void I wasnât sure my eyes were open. I was looking but I couldnât see. The pain in my feet continued to grow and below me the merest suggestion of grey was starting to appear. From my previous experience with those flesh-eating androgynous creatures this oncoming greyness was not a good omen. The onrush carried with it anxious fear. This greyness was in the process of change becoming darker and darker with every passing second. In my gut I could feel the cancer demons approaching. I was slipping back into that world of terror.
What happened next took my breath away. I was shocked that Iâd forgotten so many of the incredible sensations of living at a molecular level. My breath was coming in heavy gasps as the fear grew, and I could sense the molecules of air passing through my throat. This sensation alone was addictive. The pain in my feet had evened off to the sensation you would receive standing on a pebbly beach. I was fearful but had to look down. What lay beneath my feet was black tarmac, neatly laid black tarmac. All around my body I could feel a pressure building and coming from every direction. I couldnât understand how I could see the tarmac when I couldnât see anything else.
So there I was in this long-awaited for dimension, and I was in a black void standing on a strip of tarmac. âWas it a road?â I asked myself. In fact what was the purpose of this? It stayed in stasis like this for some while. Time didnât seem to matter. Suddenly, I could hear at almost a canine level what sounded like the onrush of stampeding horses, or the rumbling of heavy guns creating carnage on some distant battlefield. This sensation of sound grew until it became audible to the normal human ear. Around me everything was changing for the better or the worse, with the onrush of the noise bringing such fear I could feel sweat oozing from every single pore on my body. Individual beads of
This was the point where I fainted. It might have been all the alcohol from the night before, but the night before wasnât in The Cauldron back in August 1971.
Not so bright, and in fact very, very late!
Iâd walked out of The Cauldron over two years before! Two fucking years before! God this is crazy!
Iâve got to get out of this place, if itâs the last thing I ever do. Somebody was playing an evil trick on me, though the sex was amazing!
Chapter 7 â In the unfortunate cancerous right here right now.
Back in the here and now, I was still reeling from my first terrifying cancer dream. The following evenings when darkness started to fall and the hands of tiredness were pulling me towards sleep, I was plagued with the terror of reliving the gut-wrenching experience. After a few anxious evenings the nights turned into ones filled with peaceful sleep. I only dreamt in the mediocre normal with vague and hazy experiences, most forgotten by morning. I started to crave the total life experience the tactile dream had given me. My life was so grey in its everyday pain I had to return to the total sensations of a crystal clear reality. This was the point where I started to fear going to sleep and dreaming the mundane for the rest of my life, however long that would be.
I supposed twenty days had passed, and even the urges to have more of the intense other dimension were fading. It was like Iâd almost dreamt a dream. Had I experienced it at all? This is what I started to believe until the night it happened again. I was dreaming the usual mixture of disjointed nonsense until I felt a shift, and Iâd moved back into the super real. It started with a feeling of oncoming terror.
The initial reason for this dread was that beneath my feet I started to feel pain. It came from below as a sensation of burning, a hot pressure building against the underside of my soles. At this point the visual took over. I was in a black void, a complete area of empty, black, cold space. In this cold void I wasnât sure my eyes were open. I was looking but I couldnât see. The pain in my feet continued to grow and below me the merest suggestion of grey was starting to appear. From my previous experience with those flesh-eating androgynous creatures this oncoming greyness was not a good omen. The onrush carried with it anxious fear. This greyness was in the process of change becoming darker and darker with every passing second. In my gut I could feel the cancer demons approaching. I was slipping back into that world of terror.
What happened next took my breath away. I was shocked that Iâd forgotten so many of the incredible sensations of living at a molecular level. My breath was coming in heavy gasps as the fear grew, and I could sense the molecules of air passing through my throat. This sensation alone was addictive. The pain in my feet had evened off to the sensation you would receive standing on a pebbly beach. I was fearful but had to look down. What lay beneath my feet was black tarmac, neatly laid black tarmac. All around my body I could feel a pressure building and coming from every direction. I couldnât understand how I could see the tarmac when I couldnât see anything else.
So there I was in this long-awaited for dimension, and I was in a black void standing on a strip of tarmac. âWas it a road?â I asked myself. In fact what was the purpose of this? It stayed in stasis like this for some while. Time didnât seem to matter. Suddenly, I could hear at almost a canine level what sounded like the onrush of stampeding horses, or the rumbling of heavy guns creating carnage on some distant battlefield. This sensation of sound grew until it became audible to the normal human ear. Around me everything was changing for the better or the worse, with the onrush of the noise bringing such fear I could feel sweat oozing from every single pore on my body. Individual beads of
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