The Dream Ends

I’ll do my best to describe what I saw in my dream last night. It was an incredibly fleeting glance, but I got a tremendous amount of history and intent from it.

Imagine one of the walls from your room gone, replaced instead by a dark portal to a region of unknown space. Through the portal you see only the immense head and shoulders of a large, bald demon. Its skin white, its eyes like galaxies, its mouth locked in a permanent open grin revealing thousands of tiny, pointed teeth. As you look down the throat of the beast, you see the very essence of infinity itself.

Everything in your room is slowly being pulled towards this gaping maw. By “everything” I don’t just mean your bed, your clothes, your pictures on the wall, your clothes horse… I mean everything. The atomic structure of your possessions begins to melt away, a flowing stream of particles evaporating away from their original place and into the mouth of the creature. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, the oxygen, everything pulled towards it. The string of atoms is almost beautiful in a horrific way.

The space is left empty. Not in the sense that the room is vacant, but that this block of space is now devoid of existence. It is a void, bereft of substance, a room-shaped hole in reality. It is painful to look at, the eyes not wanting to transmit the view to the brain, the brain not wishing to process it.

Content, the beast moves on to another room and begins the process anew. It is a slow process, but room by room, building by building, the creature intends to destroy everything. And once there is no more interior to wrap the exterior around, the reality of our world will simply collapse inwards, folding in on itself.