(The voice pitch and soundscape are approximated from my recollection of the dream)
This morning as I drifted in and out of consciousness (a state scientifically known as hypnagogia), I heard a deafening roar in one fleeting moment of darkness. It was low and male, a coercive invitation in drawn out hellspeak. I could feel the endless hunger in its voice. It took me no longer than a second to realize what was going on and I immediately woke myself up. Because if I hadn’t, I knew it would drag me down into the deepest cavities of its most forbidden interiors and inhospitable landscapes – it would be filled with unspeakable savagery, traps, voids, impossible barriers and inescapable black holes, time warps forcing me into my unhappy pasts, minutes dilated into years. If I get lost down here, I always run the risk of not having enough strength to break this demonic terror spell.