An indi-gestation ..of Fear….
A darkly furtive mind shouldn’t be overstoked with copious amounts of figgy pudding, stilton cheese and minced sweetmeats washed down with liberal libation of reserved port and Bristol sherrie’s.. schooner fulls… of that I’m decided.. after the vivid imagery that pervaded my pre Boxing day dawn imaginings… I do get troubled with lurid dreams the best of times.. this Christmas nightmare filled with me with a peculiar feeling of dread.. that I’m not normally prone to… I’m fearless, nothing phases me.. We were looking at a photograph.. (myself and someone I didn’t recognise but seemed familiar with, even though I could see neither body nor face of that associate).. discussing the image of a vista taken from the top of a grassy hill.. that was perfect except for some lens lag or flare anomaly in the right hand side of the picture… looking like a bright jagged rip.. a bolt of frozen in time lightening…
We were discussing the image when suddenly the anomaly shimmered.. a smell of rancid rotting flesh overwhelmed me.. {I don’t remember ever having smelt anything in a dream before}… an energy of some undetermined shape began to emerge with deep malevolence from the anomaly.. or rather the impression of a bony rib cage did..
me and my disembodied companion fled, for seemingly we were unexplainably standing on the hill side now.. no longer ‘outside’ looking in.. the stench was ghastly and for the first time ever I felt the necessity to take flight from whatever.. waking in a cold sweat with the lingering sensation of morbid dread still clinging to me…
I like to snap photographs of sunlight flooding scenic settings.. the pictures can be special and occasionally catch spirits skittering about the ether… I’ve also long believed that the proximity of otherworldly can affect digital lenses and cause curious lag effect phenomena.. is this dream a forewarning that a door will be opened..
I’m a paranormal investigator.. if you see me running.. run faster….
Hubert Hobux 