The Tome

     As if looking into a mirror, I watch from this subconscious view. I look into eyes that burn with evil lust. The hesitation is brief, then I succumb to the vision. I am a vague spiritual essence forced to return to a captive body. I look upon the face of death into eyes of silent longing--eyes that glow with unholy light. It is a face of flawless mystique, nearly handsome, but features pale as the drained and lifeless complexion of a corpse. A stiff smile showing no sign or infliction becomes a cryptic grin of sickening gloating. I know that look, for I have become the wicked being that is flashing eyes of midnight and grinning with evil glee.
     Flowing from a darker existence, my thoughts are erratic and perverse. My body is animated with the fiery will of the damned as an overwhelming sense of cruel satisfaction fills my mind.
     I hunger for the taste of blood.

     A female, beautifully filled with life. The soft curls of her long, dark hair is grasped in my hand like a leash as I support her limp body. The weight of her lithe form is nothing because I have unlimited strength. I watch the gentle tears run down the warm skin of her face. Her lovely green eyes, reminding me of the ocean, are filled with immense terror. Her screams of fear and despair--which bring only exquisite delight to my undead ears--have subsided into a remorseful whimper, choked with sobs.
     She pleas to be released from this nightmare--which only enrages me. (It is my nightmare.) My eyes flare with perverse intensity as I bend toward the smooth flesh of her voluptuous neck. Evil pleasure surges through my body as I bite into her pulsating vein and drink of the warm flowing life blood of her body.

     My eyes fly open and I awaken straight into mental alertness. The dream is very clear and vivid in my mind. That night I write it down in my journal. The above manuscript is an expanded notation of the journal entry from September 29, 1988.