Moonlight Equilibrium

The moon bright, but subtle shine upon this darkest night. Lighting the dirt path for nearby travelers. The oil from my lamp sticky and smelly. The lamp is getting dimmer and dimmer the further I venture into the woods. My vision is hazy and my legs feel heavy. Something was forcing me to wander through these woods endlessly. Suddenly sharp agonizing pain starts to sprout all over my body. I fall to my knees in pain. My soft skin starts to turn rough and prickly. Thick hair puncture the foundation of my skin and shoot out of it. It feels like a million needles are coming out of my skin. My white and pearly teeth turn into those of a beast, it feels like daggers are sticking out of my jaw. My fingernails once finely cut and pearly, now are filthy and sharp.

Once the nightmare was over I cried out in pain. The only sound I could hear was those dreadful wolves, but that was so close? And there seems to be no wolves around here? I realized it was sound of my own pitiful cry. My body is now one whole abomination. Confused and scared I ran as fast I could away from this dreadful place. The trees had terrible disturbing faces, their once light brown bark turned into the color of a dead and decaying swamp tree. Their sharp knife like

branches reached out for me. “Ahh! Oh god not another one of those dreams again.” I woke up in my bed sweating and panting. I clutched my sheets as tight as I could I looked around the room, everything was back to normal for now.   

Day 1 Alfred Voynich Journal, I am becoming to get fearful of this recurring dream, maybe its a sign. I have also started to question my own sanity. It is very likely I am going insane because of this “nightmare”. Until then I’m just going to see how things unfold. I have analyzed everything about this dream I now know by heart what happens, where ,and when, but I still don’t know why? Why is this dream forever in the back of my mind. Why can’t I get over it? I swear it was so vivid it didn’t seem like a “dream”.  

The mornings seemed shorter as the nights grow longer. I spent days in my quarters researching for anything that would tell me what i’m experiencing. The books started to pile up and none of them had anything, but there was one book left. It was a an old book of fables I picked it up and blew off the dust that filled the room full of particles. I opened the book which seemed to have not been touched for years, the pages were so fragile, even the slightest touch could tear the ancient like paper. I started to read it vigorously, hoping to redeem all of time that was for nothing. Finally I had found a clue in the table of contents, which stated one passage that caught my eye, it is about a forest just north of the city. The short story in the fable book was about a man who transformed into a creature of the night when the moon reaches it’s full shape, the town had found out his secret and banished him for eternity into the forest. This is has to be a coincidence that my dream depicted a forest and this story also depicted a forest and a man who transforms into a “werewolf” it can’t be a coincidence.