Naraka

January 21 2014

Last night a strange and ominous storm crept in. It made no sound.

You were safe if you were inside. But I had accidentally locked myself out of my home and could not escape it. The ominous dark clouds rolled in and bizarre , frightening things appeared. Creatures. Old creatures, an old we don’t categorize yet. From nothing ever seen in this realm. They were all made of pastel and bright colors, surrounded by rolling mist.
Silent. Everything was so silent. The creatures made no sound.

Some of the creatures were like towers, impossibly huge, disappearing into the sky and taking up many acres at their base, spinning in enormous shrouds of yellow and pink robes.

Smaller demons on the ground were blue, purple and pale yellow. Almost half human, half dragons with long flat tongues. They were eating people, but there were no screams, no blood, just this silent, calm, colorful, mist covered hell. 

There were pale blue creatures on long legs like stilts that walked through at a quicker pace, they appeared to be looking for something. Quickly scanning the path as they all moved through the town.

It was such an unusually horrific scene. The closest I can come to describe it would be old paintings of Hindu and Buddhist depictions of Naraka, But in flesh and movement that defied anything that could be painted.

One of the “eaters” was floating by, a few feet above the ground, slowly and silently, eating someone. Without looking at me or speaking with its mouth, it told me, softly, that it was going to eat me.

I was filled with paralyzing dread, yet at the same time was calm somehow. Accepting.

I’m guessing now that that is why there were no screams or blood, there was a calm resignation that came with the presence of these creatures and their hell. And all that were devoured had succumb to it. And the feeling that came from that was somehow more horrifying than any scream or struggle I could imagine.

In the dream I was me, but not as I am now, I was a small Indian girl. About 15 years old. There was an Indian man there, a neighbor in this place. When I saw him, I got flashes of having dinner with him on a previous day. He came to me and said that he was meant to marry me, had we lived. I was filled with an intense sadness about this. 
Then I woke up.