A Dream Collection

I enter a clearing. Mist surrounds me. I am confronted by a roaring grey bear. It raises its bloody paw. I see a thorn. I pull it from the paw. The bear looks into my eyes. I know that it is Zoltan Szolti.

I am abandoned on a dirt track at the edge of a forest. There is moonlight. A stagecoach approaches me. It is drawn by leopards. I recognise the coachman. I am afraid because I know he is insane. He cracks his whip and motions to the open door of the stagecoach. I am compelled to enter. I freeze when I see who is inside. It is Zoltan Szolti. He is coughing uncontrollably. His face is wrapped in a grey cloth which is stained with blood. He will not stop coughing.

I am in the room, but I do not know how I came to be in it. The walls are wooden. There is a single dim lightbulb in the centre. A woman floats around the room's edge in a constant circle. She wears a grey dress. She is blind and is guided around the room by a thousand moths. Suddenly, she is very close. Her face is against mine. Her eyes begin to bleed. She whispers the name "Zoltan Szolti". The moths flutter around us, constantly brushing against our faces. They are making a cocoon.

I wake up unable to move. There are walls all around me. I know that I am in a coffin. I am paralysed. There is a sound of splintering. Without warning, the lid is wrenched from the coffin and I am blinded by light. A man is standing over me. He stares into my eyes. I am horrified to see that it is Zoltan Szolti. Using a dull syringe, he injects me with a grey liquid. Blood trickles from my arm. The lid is replaced. I hear the banging of nails. I cannot move.

Everything is dark. I am surrounded by darkness. My thoughts are grey. I feel the blood pumping through my body. I am afraid of Zoltan Szolti.