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The Dream Cycle Mythos Lyrics

Often with a benign curiosity we look to the dreams of
men
Never pondering with any real significance upon the
world that exists within our sleep and perhaps it is
best left this way.
For the things I have seen and heard I cannot unlearn.
Though I will do my best to relay them here in hopes
that it may provide my own mind with the smallest bit
of clarification that I have been seeking for months
and have yet to find.
This is a personal documentation of the past year of my
life as it has been
Please bear in mind when I say a year that I am
referring to solar time such as that of a calendar yet
time as I have seen it has been much longer.
Perhaps even decades as though I am yet to reach the
age of 30 my hair is streaked with grey and my skin
cracked with wrinkles.
I live alone now in a remote and small town where I am
no doubt referred to by the local people as an
eccentric and perhaps very strange fellow. It is not by
chance that I live in such a desolate area for it
imperative for my own safety and the safety of others
that I am alone with my own diseased mind. It is not my
intent that these writings be found or read by any one
other than myself. Should you happen upon these
writings you would be wise to abandon your reading at
this point to save your own sanity and let what I know
die with me. It began in the most modest of ways
I had studied many years in processes of the human
mind.
It was my goal you see to help people who were besieged
by their own minds and unable to help themselves.
I have always held a keen interest with the mind and
its secrets.
Upon graduating close to the top of my class from
psychiatry school I soon found a small practice and due
to a close personal relationship with one of the local
asylums top doctors I would occasionally receive some
of the reformed patients upon their re-entering
society.
All was going very well and I had begun to earn a
modest living at the job I enjoyed so much.
Then one day that all changed. I received a phone call
from my doctor friend at the asylum and he asked me if
I should like to visit the asylum as he would like my
opinion on a particular patient. I of course accepted
the invitation eagerly and made off the next eve to see
him.
After arriving the doctor and I spent a small amount of
time discussing the patient of interest. He was
apparently found wandering outside a small mountain
town a couple days carriage ride from here. His hands
and face were covered in blood and he was staring
vacantly at the sky. He was locked in the local town
jail for one night until they may be able to assess his
identity and where the blood may have come from.
The first morning the sheriff arrived at the jail he
happened upon the man in the cell and noticed that in
his sleep he would seizure in very short rapid
movements and was uttering something that the sheriff
could not quite understand as English.
Within a few days he was transferred to my colleague at
the asylum and was observed exhibiting this behavior
several more times and upon waking up he would slowly
stand with his arms folded across his chest very
tightly and stare upwards, sometimes uttering strange
phrases..
Upon entering the room leading to the patients cell I
could not help but shiver due to a rather rapid yet
slight drop in temperature
The patient himself was a man of about forty with a
ragged and long yellow tinged beard and deep sunken
eyes that I could not quite discern the color of.
He was a slim fellow with very rigid facial features
It appeared to me as if he had been starving himself
for weeks or even months.
When I entered the room the man's gaze set upon me and
as his vacant stare disappeared a look of desperation
and woe filled his eyes (which I could clearly
distinguish as green now)
He began to utter strange sounds which I could not
distinguish as English but some other dialect or
perhaps not even a dialect at all.
My colleague excused himself and remarked that should I
need anything I should bang on the door and I will be
seen to
At that he left me with the man and we sat staring at
each other for what seemed to me to be hours. I could
not release my gaze from his eyes.
They seemed to swirl with a dark shade that drew me
into them.
All at once the patient then suddenly spoke to me in
barely discernable English
His words were minced and yet seemed to make perfect
sense all at once. He spoke of visions and dreams which
plagued him in even his waking moments.
Of unspeakable horrors which tore at his mind until
little or nothing remained.
When pressed on the origin of his visions he would stop
speaking suddenly and stare to the sky with his arms
folded so tightly across his chest his hands would turn
pale with loss of blood. After several hours with the
man I returned to ask my colleague if I could spend the
night in his room and observe his sleeping moments..
The doctor reluctantly agreed under the condition the
man be restrained.
The first night I observed the man I was astounded to
see him in total sleep state open his eyes and stare at
me when suddenly with a voice so loud I had to cover my
ears lest I fear I should go deaf he began uttering
strange words that I had never heard before.. even from
him
The attacks were frequent yet lasted only minutes and
the man would close his eyes and lye down once more..
By the morning I was exhausted. After at least 50
episodes the sun had stared to flood into the man's
room from his thickly barred window.
I rose from my chair and was about to ring for the
orderly to open the door and permit me leave from this
room when all at once I heard a large intake of air
from the mans chest and turned to see his face a pale
green color and his eyes rolled back into his head..
His hair seemed to take on a life of its own and began
to whip and twirl as if there was a fan under the mans
head
I rushed to his side and knelt over him
Looking back now I curse myself for such a thoughtless
action for as I knelt before the man his eyes flooded
with a black liquid and I felt something that I had
never imagined any human could ever feel
It was as though a hand was coming from this mans body
and grabbed my forehead.. Then it began.
I felt a fire coming through the air and seared with a
cold burning sensation that seemed to scorch to deepest
part of me.
Then I was gone,
My physical body could or would not contain me any
longer
The horror I found when my mind retreated from my
physical self could not be explained
The forms of unspeakable abominations grasped and clung
to me and the eyes, those empty vacuous eyes that held
nothing but death and pain
I tried to scream, but no sound would come
I was somewhere else now
It felt as though I had plunged to the deepest depths
of the black ocean only to find the edge of time and
space
I was being pulled in every direction at once and if I
could have I would have removed my eyes to offer some
relief at the horrors that surrounded me
All the while the voices, those unexplainable voices
that entered my brain
Though not through my ears were deafening me with
sounds of torture
Through it all one voice came to me in clear English
and silenced all things surrounding me.
The voice was not one of man nor woman
It simply was.

Inna sogoth...
Mortal you are not known to this world.
The one before you had not the capacity to accept the
things it saw and thus was an unusable host
Your kind is frail yet here you have come and here you
shall stay
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."..
As quickly as it had come to me it was gone.. I woke to
find several men standing over me including my
colleague who understandable was very pale and full of
concern..
Not wanting to alarm anyone I told them that I had been
lying there watching the patient and had slipped and
fallen when I heard him make those terrible inhaling
noises.
The look in my friends eyes told me he most certainly
did not believe me but accepted my excuse anyways..
As I steadied myself I looked over to see the patient
lying still strapped to the bed.. I asked if he was
alright and they informed me he had died shortly after
I had my little accident. I didn't know what to think..
All I had just experienced was too much at the time for
me to accept it as a reality.. Though the feelings at
the back of my head told me otherwise..
I left for home shortly after regaining consciousness
and was terribly relieved to be back at home in my own
manor.. I spent the day running errands and trying to
distance myself from the events of that morning though
the back of my mind could not move past them..
I had a very troublesome sleep that night.. If I slept
at all.
Visions of the things, shapes and forms I had seen
plagued my dreams and that voice.. Filled with an
emotion I had never experienced before in my lifetime
simply replayed itself over and over in my mind.. The
last thing it said to me especially. I had no idea what
it meant but I had the feeling that it was possibly the
key to all this horror..
The next couple weeks passed without anything
substantial and I began pushing the thoughts of all of
it out of my head finally and then one night after a
rather indulgent evening out I was found once more in
my sleep
I felt the sensation of drowning and through the
blackness I could see eyes.. staring at me.. some
angrily and some appearing to be full of sorrow but all
were intently looking to me
Then it happened.. I looked down to see lights and what
appeared to be a city.. There were buildings and
apparently manmade structures that existed here
As I descended upon it there was a shrill shrieking
noise that pierced my senses and flooded my body with
pain.
Human.. the city of r'lyeh holds him.. dead but
dreaming.. Cthulhu fhtagn

It was then that I arrived upon what I guessed was the
city of R'lyeh
I spent an immeasurable amount of time there
Most of it I spent in the darkest shadows hiding from
the forms that moved through the alleys and buildings
I had no idea why I was there or what brought me to
that place
I just wanted out, then it happened.
I came upon a large open area and in the middle of this
area was a circle with strange symbols inside of it
One was a star and also some partially formed triangles
When I stepped upon the circle I was suddenly awake in
my bed
Covered in sweat and trying to catch up to my breathing
And the sky opened and giant tentacles came from it
Something was coming out
I screamed in horror and fell to the floor and then I
saw it
A giant arm first and then the head of it
It was that of a sea monster
An almost human face surrounded by tentacles and
emitting the smell of the dead
It was then that my mind finally shut down
And visions of the apocalypse haunted me
The world is a sea of flames and cloud..
Unspeakable horrors befalling all of mankind as it
walked among us
I spent much time in that world of death
So much now that I am unaware of life's true reality
And still they come to me
Dead but dreaming

They come to me,
As I sit here now and prepare to finish the last of
this testimony I cannot help but think back to that
patient and hope for my end to come soon
Perhaps I will get in touch with my old friend at the
asylum
I'm sure I would be quite the study
Still it calls,
It finds me where I hide and I can no longer run...
Death is waiting and I have many miles to travel.

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