The dream started out fairly quotidian – I was in my room searching for something (I can't remember what). Then suddenly without provocation, my unconscious mind throws up a name – Pazuzu. Most people today know him as the demon that possessed Reagan MacNeil in the movie "The Exorcist” (William Friedkin, 1973). But he's an ancient violence, an entity conjured up in the days of first millennium Mesopotamia, a demon of famine and destruction powerful enough to be called upon to scare off lesser demons. My heart sank and I’m thinking “motherfucker, here we go again”: my room is about to collapse into a netherworld dimension and I have to witness another horrific demonic possession. However in this dream, TIME became the threat. It slowed to quicksand, seconds felt like hours, and I had to fight against it with all my strength. Then my arm started tingling and losing sensation, and as I tried to move forward in space, I began to disappear into this newly formed void.
What it felt like was a vacuum of “unmade” space – no temperature, no energy, no sound, no atoms … a kind of “end” of spacetime. At this point in the dream, I remembered something that a scientist said in a documentary I watched a couple nights ago: “eternity doesn’t exist” she said, and even “space and time" and blackholes "will come to an end" trillions and trillions of years from now. And in fantastical dream logic I have arrived at this endpoint of our universe, literally stuck somewhere "in between” – behind me was everything I had ever known, and in front of me was the ultimate epilogue, a ghost universe where all the stars have died and the sky has turned black, the laws of physics are starting to break down, and the fabric of the universe itself is ripping apart, dissolving reality along with it. I managed to wake myself up before I completely disappeared into this void …