CHOKING AWAY THE ANGER

CHOKING AWAY THE ANGER

(Martin Freeman's call for The Dream Whisperer to save his scarred soul... 

And his damaged mental state of being!)

OK, Martin Freeman, I have heard your clarion call!
I am now residing inside the place you have called me to...
The convoluted spider web of confusion that is the entry to the...
Countless rooms to the secrets filled crumbling manor of your mind.

I have opened eighty-six of those heavy metaphysical doors to your nightmares.
I have vanquished the ugly things hiding inside the dark, ugly spaces inside.
But you have countless more hiding places for your horror memories to hide.
You have to do some of this cleansing work, too.

And now I am confronting your demons for you to ask them the question...
Just where does your ANGER, and all your ANGST, come from?
What made them appear inside of you in the first place?
What made them so strong that you needed me to bring you back from a horrible place.

You say you don't enjoy the touch of women.
You say your skin goes cold when they touch you.
You say your head hurts when women talk to you.
And, you say, confrontational women make you... homicidal?

You say when you were a kid girls hated you.
When you were in college they were all combative to you.
And now, in the present day of being an adult in the work force, they all boss you around.
And, you believe, they all lie and cheat as a fact of being women.

Your mother was a good woman, you say, when she was sober.
You defend her honor to the end, inside the derision in your mind, because she is your mom.
When you buried her a year ago you decided -- there and then ­--
That all women cut you off at the knees in the end.

But now you know that you have been irrational all of your waking days.
Bad things did happen to you when you were a young child by the hand of your mother.
I could easily force you to confront those beasts of incest and fear...
But it is better for you to allow me to kill them for you so that you can forget the horror.

You mother is gone to hell, or heaven, or nowhere... we will leave that thought as a whatever.
You called me to enter into your dream to stop you before you succumbed to the urge to murder.
And now I have removed that monster from your psyche.
But, I will not completely remove the memory.

You have work to do, Martin Freeman.
You have people out there in the real world to track down and share your story with.
You now have a piece of my Dream Whisperer stuff of dreams inside your soul and memories.
You are now a man who matters in life in the Horrorwalker World of Horrorwalker horror!

Feathery whispers are all around your mind now.
They are the feminine hushes I have placed inside of you that can swoosh away the pain.
Come on man, think about your former plight.
Was it really so bad that you had to push away WOMEN?

It was that bad, I know, I was just injecting a little levity into your mind.
You are naturally a man with a nice and easy funny wit about you.
And oh, I can see you going out into the world tomorrow and finding the mate to your soul.
You can thank me during the nights when you dream of better thoughts than before we met...

SAW

IN THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT

(Sally Lynn Masters' Thank You To The Dream Whisperer)

Dear Dream Whisperer of my deepest nightmares…

I thank you for finally showing me the way to the light upstairs.

My way to the freedom from the horror of my many despairs…

Came to me when you took away the mental derision that impairs.

How do I show my gratitude to the savior of my sanity?

How do I express the love I have for you without profound profanity?

How do I write down the words of respect for your humanity?

Here is one poem to express my respect in words of dream relativity.

You returned my sanity, dear Dream Whisperer of my mind.

You brought me back from the darkness that made me blind.

The creatures are gone… my mind is now mine to find…

And here is an example of… your rescue from my mind declined. 

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IN THE DARKEST PART OF THE NIGHT 

(Falls Church, Virginia)

In the darkest part of the night,

When the little ebony things that fear the light

Come out from beneath your sleeping site...

They crawl silently upon your chest to observe your life light.

And if you are strong enough, this night,

They simply crawl back into hiding to avoid the morning light.

But if your life force is weak and lacks the might...

They steal a part of your soul to use it for flight!

They will flutter around your abode like little bats,

Hovering above you awaiting the clues, like stealthy cats.

And if you are weak enough on that night of bad stats...

Your soul will be taken to the land of death and gnats.

If you are a Horrorwalker follower and you fear not death or hell,

Then you welcome the challenge of the battle for your soul to tell.

You've got until the sun rises for the creatures to return to their dell...

To force the little imps to stop chasing you like a wind blown sail!

Oh, you will make them return your inner id.

You claw and fight, striking with your sharpened fid!

You remember it all as that "recurring stupid dream" bid...

But you know, don't you, it's all too real, god forbid!

SLM

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(Fayetteville, North Carolina)

Dream Whisperer... can you hear me?
My name is Teri Growing Thunder.
I've read about your mystical dream adventures for years.
My Choctaw ancestry believes all aspects of Panentheism.
And you are one of us and we are all one of you.
You are my sister... and I need your earth spirit to find me.
I need your help before I am lost in this dream time.

Help me, Dream Whisperer.
I believe I am stuck in what you have described to us as a Dream Loop.
I fell asleep...
How long ago I do not know...
But I am now trapped in a nightmare from which I cannot escape.
Please read these words of hope written by the quill in my dreams.

I believe I am actually lying on my back in my bed in my reality.
Something like a heavy quilt made of thick dream cloth is covering me.
I am stuck in, and on, it like a sticky spider web holding me for death.
It is pressing down on me and preventing my movement.
I am immobilized in the dream stuff I never knew existed.

I can see something hanging over me.
It is alive and I am frightened of it.
I am looking through cheese cloth-like material...
Seeing only a bizarre image in blur and light and darkness.
The red eyes are wide.
The full of teeth mouth is grinning.
The strange shape is not human.
What am I going to do without your help,
Dream Whisperer?

I want to scream, but my mouth is glued shut by the dream material.
I want to breath, but I cannot draw in a breath because my nostrils are clogged.
I want to scream, but I cannot because my lungs have no air.
I want to grab the creature, but my hands cannot move.
I want to kick the creature, but my legs are trapped tight.
I want to roll off the bed, but my muscles will not flex.
I am trapped like a silk wrapped fly in a spider web.

If I fall from my location...
Dropping down through the horror dream stuff...
To fall through the dream clouds...
Screaming in impotent horror...
Bracing for a never to come impact in my terrorized mind...
Will I die, Dream Whisperer?
Will I die if I can find a solid piece of reality to land upon to stop this nightmare?
Or, can you find me --
Among the billions of sleep time nightmare dream scenarios --
Before I succumb to... madness?

These dreams of falling into the bottomless horror abyss...
They were frightening dreams to forget when awake,
As a young scatterbrained child.
But when the adult in me emerged...
And the dreams began to make my heart stop...
And my own death began to stare me in my eyes...
And memories of my own ancestral spirits began to come to me...
I knew it was time to make my plea to The Dream Whisperer.

I am begging you, Dream Whisperer.
Come to me and help me before I am consumed by this horror.
I will scream and beg and scream again...
As I am awake while asleep!
Come to me, Dream Whisperer.
I beg for you to release me from this horror nightmare.

May you bring me back up to my 32 years of reality?
Or, will you kill me in my dream nightmare...
So that my body may die in my bed.
Either way...
I beg for release, Dream Whisperer!
Come to me to deliver me from my own evil dreams.
I await you now...
My sister...
The Dream Whisperer.

TGT