Journal Entry 36

I dreamt again last night. The Little One returned. He slithered in with his tail rattling in dismay. He was wounded, he had a large chunk of his putrid flesh ripped and hanging. He coiled around me and sunk his fangs into my shoulder. I felt the burn as his poison paralyzed me. I sat there wishing to scream in agony but I was unable to make a sound. I was a corpse whose soul refused to depart its lifeless body. He tore the hanging flesh from his side and squeezed its rotting juices into my gaping mouth. He said that my rebellion caused his wounds and I was to taste his pain. The taste and smell of the substance in my mouth made me want to vomit but my body was unable to comply. He said didn’t want it to be like this but I brought this upon myself. He said he and his brothers are the ones who can teach me how use my gift if only I stop resisting. The pain was intense and even though he was inches from me it felt like he was miles away. I wanted to ask him who his brothers were but I was unable to mouth the words. I awoke gasping for air. Unfortunately, I was unable to review the tape of my sleep since the storm knocked out the power about midnight.