in dreams

a small, tall lugubrious man enters a 4th floor office building, bearded & awaiting objection. what he initially realizes is that an evil so real he can feel the heat resonating from it's source the second he steps out of the stairwell, stands erect at his desk. this unknown apathy is patiently awaiting the man's arrival like a tall monolithic column, unmoving & solid. yes, a spiritual demon if you will. yet this fiendish friend isn't at first available for fury & torment. he's been sent down from heaven by a rag tag band of misfit angels, hell bent on reeling lost souls back into a glorious kingdom of golden streets & everlasting life. the demon, enormous in stature, whisks the unsuspecting man away on a whirl wind tour of past downfalls like a mother would her only child who is seemingly headed toward danger. while in the demon's possession, the man relives past breakdowns, heartaches, & uncounted failures of personal relationships. the man, sentient & aware, is able to see actual faces of the very living souls who have caused him pain in the past. this sensation can be described as something reminiscent of a small child seeing their reflection in a puddle of water for the first time. after this painful reminder of the man's downfall, the demon ruefully deposits his defeated prize back in his bed, discarding him like junk mail, or dirty socks. the man awakes solemn & alone, accompanied only by the intense sweat beads that drip from his brow. remnants of the horribly inherent dream he has just had soon slip away from his mind. each chapter in this painful relic washing away from his memory like a sand castle being gobbled up by all that ocean. the man fumbles through his normal morning routines as he replays what's left of his other worldly experience. he soon finds himself arriving at work only to slip back into a normalcy so familiar he questions his very existence in this mundane world. you've now realized that the man longs for the dream world in which he was so quick to escape from. intense feelings of anger & despair quickly triumph over a dullness so profound it's unexplainable. the man sinks even lower in his chair awaiting something astonishing to happen. something to change his life & take him quite possibly a million miles away from what he has grown so accustomed to,.....