So, I've got an hour to myself before Todd goes to work and I am in my little writing room, on the floor on my back doing a meditation. I'm just starting to "go there" meaning I'm just starting to let everything else go. My body is relaxed, my breathing is deep, and suddenly I hear
My shoulders tense. Should I go see what's up? No. Her Daddy has her. He can handle it.
Let it go. Let it go.
Can't let it go.
Okay then.....enter the scream. Go right into it.
I'm traveling, flying down a bright red mucosal tunnel, traveling, traveling, fast but not scary. Exhilirating. It is shiny, psychedelic...the light hitting the sides and reflecting back oranges and reds, pinks and golds.
I travel and travel and then the sides of the tunnel begin to darken, a little greyish here and there, the air is different now, thick and choking...the light is dim.
White patches on some of the walls. Closer, I see the white patches are moving. Thousands of individual dots. Zooming in they are men, tiny soldiers with Roman hats and they are taking their spikes and chinking away at the mucosa. Eating it. Laughing.
They eat and eat and eat. En masse they choke of the blood supply, making the host weak, draining her life force. They toy with her, laughing sadistically as they take their fill. When they sense she can take no more they let out disgusting belches and lay down to rest, knowing they will have another meal as soon as she gathers her strength.
I travel back up the tunnel. The screaming has long since stopped.
I've seen them now. I've got a description.
We're almost there.