Have you ever heard the expression ‘I’m your worst nightmare’?
Yeah, that’s me.
Not because I enjoy or revel in it, it’s simply my job.
Hey, someone has to do it. Can’t have just good dreams without
the bad, can we?
After all, there are 2 sides to everything.
That is, if you see in only black and white,
or bi-dimensionally.
Actually, there are a googolplex of sides. It all depends on individual
perception x infinity.
One person's nightmare, may be another’s paradise.
OK, that was taking it a little too far, but I have given a lot of
inspiration over the millennia, and, not to be a name dropper, have visited it upon HPL (I Love his
Craft, writing), Eddie Poe, Sal Dali, Steve King, even Al Einstein to
name just a few.
Like I said, dreams are funny things.
The question remains, who is the dreamer? Me, or you?
You can call me Mara.
Do I exist?. Most certainly, but not in the sense of the word.
At least not on this side.
I am nearly 228 years old, therefore, still a child, though my kind has been around
since the first living thing awoke.
So, what else do you want to know of me?
I am ginger, with a ginger maditude.
Maditude, you ask? Think crazy + attitude= Maditude.
My blood is pale pink when it has cause to leak out, but I am really
pale blue, from lack of it being oxygenated properly.
I am ‘chained’ to certain things.
You really don’t want to know to what. Trust me on that.
What? You say you believe none of this?
Then how about, I’m an average nobody, of no particular importance,
am screwed up by my past and trying to overcome having had made
all the wrong decisions?
I accept my ‘fate’ because it was predestined.
Now, can you believe that?
Good.
It makes my job that much easier.
What sort of dreams, does a nightmare have?
You’re about to find out!
Yeah, that’s me.
Not because I enjoy or revel in it, it’s simply my job.
Hey, someone has to do it. Can’t have just good dreams without
the bad, can we?
After all, there are 2 sides to everything.
That is, if you see in only black and white,
or bi-dimensionally.
Actually, there are a googolplex of sides. It all depends on individual
perception x infinity.
One person's nightmare, may be another’s paradise.
OK, that was taking it a little too far, but I have given a lot of
inspiration over the millennia, and, not to be a name dropper, have visited it upon HPL (I Love his
Craft, writing), Eddie Poe, Sal Dali, Steve King, even Al Einstein to
name just a few.
Like I said, dreams are funny things.
The question remains, who is the dreamer? Me, or you?
You can call me Mara.
Do I exist?. Most certainly, but not in the sense of the word.
At least not on this side.
I am nearly 228 years old, therefore, still a child, though my kind has been around
since the first living thing awoke.
So, what else do you want to know of me?
I am ginger, with a ginger maditude.
Maditude, you ask? Think crazy + attitude= Maditude.
My blood is pale pink when it has cause to leak out, but I am really
pale blue, from lack of it being oxygenated properly.
I am ‘chained’ to certain things.
You really don’t want to know to what. Trust me on that.
What? You say you believe none of this?
Then how about, I’m an average nobody, of no particular importance,
am screwed up by my past and trying to overcome having had made
all the wrong decisions?
I accept my ‘fate’ because it was predestined.
Now, can you believe that?
Good.
It makes my job that much easier.
What sort of dreams, does a nightmare have?
You’re about to find out!