..when I was a kid, 8 or 9 yrs old, I had a recurring nightmare. I saw it over and over again. It was a heart. An alive human heart, pulsating. It was mine, my own heart. And it was in some kind of a solid metal box. I could only see it from the inside. The inside surface had the same shape as a heart, only three or four centimeters bigger, so that the heart had space to beat. I could only see it from the inside, but I knew that the metal walls went on for miles and miles, probably for ever. They were nice, strong walls made of sleek steel. The box was made from a single, solid piece of metal. And in the inside, the walls of this metal box were filled with metal nails. Hundreds of them. Their tips pointing to the inside. They were a couple of centimeters long. They couldnt reach the flesh when it was still. But every time the heart would beat, it would get pierced by them.
And in my dream, I just sat there, floating inside this infinite box, and watched
my heart beat and bleed in a silent loop. If it didnt beat it would die, but every time it
did beat, it bled more and more. I kept dreaming it for years, until it was so easy to recall that I didnt need to dream anymore.
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Mood:
Frustrated -
Listening to: her absence
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Reading: patterns on my wall
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Eating: can't..
The box is unreal and somewhat beautiful with how you described it. It's infinite, sleek and solid. It's somewhat perfect.
Maybe it's about you holding yourself back. It sounds like you made the box to hold your heart. Maybe afraid to let it beat bigger than it should be because you don't know what's outside the box.
Perhaps you're teaching your heart to stay small by telling it that if it beats too hard or fast, it'll just get hurt?
Hehe.
And I keep thinking it when I'm down..
I'm not really sure how to change recurring nightmares, but maybe think on adding things to it before you sleep. Like a key, then maybe a lock will appear so you can open it? Hehe.