Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

The night sky wrapped up by the dark mobile clouds hovering around from the distant horizon; dark spirits of the dead walking around on the streets without any physical hindrance; souls getting transported into another realm at the dead of the night; all the living creatures fast asleep in their deep slumber, completely oblivious to their surroundings as I start writing my first ever novel in the midst of all serenity and profound darkness. 

Words begin to flow as smooth as ever into my computer screen through the keyboard as I don’t cease my incessant moving fingers working on the keyboard with relentless speed and fluency. In the background, I can hear the sound of the silence deeply buried in the thick atmosphere of the winter night. Silence makes my mind more efficient and fills it with superfluous ideas and interpretations. Ideas start taking forms of exaggerated images inside my mind; making me more enthusiastic about pinning them down in my novel with utmost clarity and vision. It seems as if whatever I’m writing is only a mere physical expression of whatever I’m experiencing inside right now right here; as if the images have transcended themselves into mere words of alphabets and characters. 

I keep writing until I feel like I should take a sabbatical. I make myself a cup of hot coffee and start sipping it slowly and smoothly sitting in the balcony enjoying the serene night view. I begin wondering how mysterious this sky and whatever I’m seeing right in front of me, is; how deeply layered anything that has been created by some mysterious force is and forever, will be. But I try to cut loose of my wandering thoughts. I get back to my chair and start writing again from the point where I left. 

But something doesn’t feel right. Suddenly, my mind gets bubbled up with a sense of tiredness and exhaustion. I don’t feel like writing any more, for now at least. So, I don’t force myself and throw myself onto the soft bed that lays there in front of me, waiting for me to get embraced and cuddled. 

Sometimes I feel like my bed has a mind of its own. Whenever it feels like it’s missing me, it’ll call me through some astral telepathy or something and eventually I’ll get drawn towards it, no matter what I’m performing at that moment. 

So, I lay myself on the bed and get myself drenched in some irrelevant thoughts until I find myself totally submerged in the ocean of my subconscious. Switching the conscious mode off, I get wrapped up by a flock of dreams that keep appearing one after another without any terminal or starting point. They just appear somewhat vague and vivid inducing an impression upon the viewer as if they exist and have a reality of their own. 

In one of my dreams, I get lost in a big garden full of plants that grow mobile apps. I can see apps like youtube, chrome, google dancing before my eyes. I feel a sense of fright as if those apps will capture me with their fatal claws. Suddenly I find myself waking up, all sweat and wet. I drink a glass of water and sit there on the bed without any thought running inside my mind. I don’t know why, but I feel kind of sick after that dream. 

Now, I need to sleep again, otherwise those dreams will make me more frightened and terrified. So, I lay myself again and within a few minutes, I passed out again into that sea of unconsciousness, an unknown land, no idea what I shall see or encounter in that absurd world.