Impie
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I can’t sleep. The dream was worse than ever this time, and if I don’t get it out right now I might lose it. I can’t afford to lose it in this place.
Part of what makes the dream so horrible is the vivid details. I still can’t make any sense of it, but the images were so crisp and real this time that it curdled my blood. It always starts in a rocky valley with a misty crimson sky hanging overhead like the drooping ceiling of a collapsing tent. The ground churns and moves like it’s alive and winces as razor rock spires stab through from beneath.
An ash-black fortification sits in the center of the scene, probably stretching a mile across. It looks unfinished, maybe abandoned in mid-construction, and it doesn’t seem to protect anything except an empty plot of land. The longer I stare at it the more the walls appear to move like they’re covered in legions of angry black ants, and I swear I hear a voice calling to me, but I can never pinpoint the source and it’s so faint I can’t make out the words. I’m not sure if it’s a man or woman speaking.
What really shook me up were the new visions. Flesh and machine coexisting like something from a Giger painting, except rawer and without unity like the two were being forced together against their will. Crude mechanical parts knitting themselves together with twitching tendons and strips of bleeding flesh. I found myself staring into a huge, screaming mouth, the teeth and tongue red with blood. It screamed and screamed, but I heard nothing.
I saw Ellen lying on her back, her clothes gone and her hair snaking every which way in tangled golden strands. I was suspended above her as if we were making love, but something was wrong. Her face and shoulders were scratched and bloody. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and filled with terror. She was crying and screaming, and so was I when the dream finally let me go.
I haven’t stopped thinking about her since. I wish I was on Phobos within arm’s reach of her. I wonder if she has any idea what’s happened here.
I really need her right now.
Dr. Jackson, I hope you’ll forgive me for commandeering your PDA, and I hope you’ll understand my reasons for doing so. I lost mine during the chaos and I have no idea what’s become of it. I promise to return your property as soon as I find you. You can do whatever you want with my notes then.
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Introducing our new narrator! This is rough, but I hope it looks satisfactory to those of you who've been following my doom fiction project.
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07-10-08 00:13 
