Adrenochrome dreams

I had this dream
Where I woke up
To a grand commotion.
And uhm I just jumped
From the blankets
And whipped the door
From its lock
And rush blindly
Into the blackness
Of the hallway
But there, on all sides
Lying next to each other
Were rows and rows
Of executioners

Some were shirtless and
And throbbing with anticipation.
Sweat delicatley sneaking
Through their body hair
All were hooded
Some like seventeenth
Century guillotine henchemen
Others had crudely made hoods
Like scarecrows
Or ripped ski masks
With slobber from
Their clenching jaws
And some had burlap masks
That looked like they
Were made of human skin Each one held a weapon
Large mallets
Crudely fashioned axes
And large clubs
pipes

But I wasn't compelled
To retreat
No

I was forced to
Move between them
Past their swinging weapons
The clubs
The bats
The slicing tools
The shovels
The large and small axes
Boards with nails
Staples and razorblades
Embedded in them
Taking the beating
Falling down
Getting up
Again and again
And again and again
Driven to make it out
At any cost

And next
I stumbled into a
This strange marshy world
Where I was oddly drowning
In squirrels and other large
Starving rodents
From above
Out on the treetops
Several dolls fell from the branches
And they were hanging
With nooses made of human hair
They started biting and sucking
And trying to feed from me
Trying to enter my belly
And some pushed large needles
Into my veins and
And as I looked back
Some had nails through
Their hands, torsos and throats I was froze
Dead eyes
carbonized
As I kicked them away
I could see all around me
Of piles and piles
Of dead sea life
Large fish, smelly crustaceans

And their soulless
Empty bodies whispered
A secret language
I couldn't decipher
But somehow understood

And their cries were
"Feed me... feed me..."

They wanted me to devour
Those around them
Chew them up into pieces
And smear them inside their mouths
And as I turned around
I could see the shape of a woman
Perfect
Perfectly erotic
Squatting over a pile
Of these dead things...
And as I ran to her and said
"WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING?!"

And she had no face
And she turned to glass
And suddently cracked
And then exploded into
1000 pieces at my feet

And just as I took a quick breath
this world was shoved and desimated
But an intruding tidal wave
Of microorganisms, exploding atoms

And suddenly moon rose...
Frightened, aching, and alone...
And that's what I remember most...

...The ache.

I can't escape
The ache.......