Saturday, February 28, 2009

Suffocating

The statue I referred to in my post.

I've had the same nightmare since I was a kid. I'm buried. I'm in an awkward position. My head is pushed forward, as if there's something on it. My legs are before me, pushed up at odd angles, and my hands are pinned to my side. I can smell the soaked soil all around me, and it permeates my pores. I cannot breathe. I am suffocating. Then I recognize what is around me. There are naked bodies, as I am naked also. They are men, women, children, babies. Some have looks of shock on their faces, others, horror. Most have looks of resignation on their lifeless faces. They all suffer mortal wounds, most to their heads, some on other parts of their bodies. I see this and I begin to panic. I struggle to move, to breathe. I cannot. I cry out, but the voice is not there. I try harder. I realize the soil is soaked with blood, and body fluids, piss and shit. I try to scream again, and again. Eventually, the sound comes from deep within me, as if being forced out. Then I wake up.