THE BLOOD TRAVELS
8) Neither one of them was bothered about the fact that life was just a dream.
The part that got under they're skin was the viewing. The awareness factor he
called it. She called it the shakes. To be experiencing a dream within the
dream state is bliss but to watch the dream aware of its every movement, that
was the nightmare. So to avoid this discomfort they had to dream within the
dreams. They could no longer exist outside of them. To achieve this they had
to spend as little time awake as possible. This he called the inter- state
crossroads. She called it the quick fix. This is what brought them to the
place where they no longer realized they were in a dream and they dreamt of
dreams within the dreams as they floated through time and space. Who could say it was not the forth dimension, who? That's why the reality of what they came to call nightmares were so frightening. They would just land, splat. The
awareness factor heightened by the shakes as he searched the crossroads for her quick fix. This was the universe they were protected from in their dream
state. This world with only three sides would not do, they needed the fourth.
But the dreams within the dreams cost and the price was their lives drop by
drop. The longer they were awake the more they would drip. They slugged
through the third dimension in wet woolen socks growing more and more anxious covered in clammy gray sweat fearful they may never escape. The whiteness associated with the dreams was no mistake it is the white smoke that bellowed from their burning damp reality and lifted them from the wait. The smoke had cleared and the sun shown bright through the window. The chrome frame of the hospital bed she was strapped to sparkled in the sun. Lit up in the third dimension while her body continued to shake. Stone cold in the basement of the morgue he lied dead in yet another in-between state. He had no name for this one, he had no name.
8) Neither one of them was bothered about the fact that life was just a dream.
The part that got under they're skin was the viewing. The awareness factor he
called it. She called it the shakes. To be experiencing a dream within the
dream state is bliss but to watch the dream aware of its every movement, that
was the nightmare. So to avoid this discomfort they had to dream within the
dreams. They could no longer exist outside of them. To achieve this they had
to spend as little time awake as possible. This he called the inter- state
crossroads. She called it the quick fix. This is what brought them to the
place where they no longer realized they were in a dream and they dreamt of
dreams within the dreams as they floated through time and space. Who could say it was not the forth dimension, who? That's why the reality of what they came to call nightmares were so frightening. They would just land, splat. The
awareness factor heightened by the shakes as he searched the crossroads for her quick fix. This was the universe they were protected from in their dream
state. This world with only three sides would not do, they needed the fourth.
But the dreams within the dreams cost and the price was their lives drop by
drop. The longer they were awake the more they would drip. They slugged
through the third dimension in wet woolen socks growing more and more anxious covered in clammy gray sweat fearful they may never escape. The whiteness associated with the dreams was no mistake it is the white smoke that bellowed from their burning damp reality and lifted them from the wait. The smoke had cleared and the sun shown bright through the window. The chrome frame of the hospital bed she was strapped to sparkled in the sun. Lit up in the third dimension while her body continued to shake. Stone cold in the basement of the morgue he lied dead in yet another in-between state. He had no name for this one, he had no name.
saraphine:
That was such a great comment! That song makes me melt...Who are you?? 
