Visions of Madness.

The dreams themselves were at first merely strange, but they are quickly becoming more haunting now. The visions always begin with a brilliant flash of light and the nauseating odor of decay. Mammoth corridors of stone begin to blur as I soar past at an unknown speed. The tight choking air surrounds my head; it's painfully hard to catch my breath. A burst of light sweeps up and down gigantic inclining planes of the same monstrous stonework I glimpse. Another blinding flash occurs and I see an enormous vaulted chamber whose lofty carvings are well lost in the swirling shadows overhead. The dark granite masonry is of a monstrous type, convex and concave blocks intermingle in explicit lines of a sexual nature. Colossal, round windows and high arched doors seem to hang on the walls like archaic photos.

Pedestals or tables, each as tall as the height of an ordinary room scatter the chamber. Vast shelves of dark wood line the walls, holding volumes of immense size with strange hieroglyphics on their spines. The exposed stonework is sleek, polished, and almost oily to the touch. The stonework also holds curious inscriptions, always in curving mathematical and geometric designs. The same characters are deeply chiseled into the gargantuan books. Guttural chatter echoes from some unknown location high above the room. There are no chairs, but the tops of the vast pedestals are littered with books, papers, and what seem to be writing materials - oddly figured jars of purplish metal and rods with stained tips. Some of them contain great globes of luminescent crystal that serve as lamps.

The windows are glazed, and latticed with stout evil-looking bars. The floor is an enigma of massive octahedral flagstones. No stairs are anywhere to be seen, and no hall or passageway is less than thirty feet wide. Some of the buildings tower in the sky for thousands of feet. There are almost endless leagues of the giant structures, each in its own rare garden.

Mysterious gardens, some which unfurl for hundreds of feet, surround the titanic buildings. The exotic gardens are terrifying in their strangeness. Bizarre and unfamiliar forms of vegetation creeping over broad paths lined with morbid statues. Abnormal fern-like growths overpower the area. Among them rise great trees, their foul black trucks tower to fabulous heights. Huge insects of a ghastly, alien nature buzz and flutter past. Some of the massive bugs, look large enough for transportation. Grotesque dark-blue shrubs and small, colorless flowers speckle the scene in patterns far beyond imagination. The aroma within the garden is amazingly sweet, almost too thick and sickening to even breathe. Throughout the surrounding area hovers an inexplicable aura of menace and concentrated evil.

Located in certain places are enormous, dark, cylindrical towers which climb far above any of the other structures. They appear to be of a totally unique nature and show signs of extreme age and dilapidation. They are built of an odd type of square-cut sable stone, and taper slightly toward their rounded tops. Nowhere in any of them can a slim trance of windows be found.

The skies are always moist and cloudy, sometimes cataclysmic lighting and tremendous rainstorms occur. The moon’s surface is coated in aberrant, inhuman shapes. The sun is also strange, abnormally large and of an unfamiliar tint. When the night sky is clear, which is very rarely, the visible constellations are irrefutably not of this Earth. The far horizon is always misty and indistinct, but great jungles of unknown tree-ferns can sometimes be seen. I stare at the foliage of the trees, as they wave hypnotically in the noxious vapors of the sticky atmosphere.

The boundless, steamy sea expands beyond the colossal stone pillars of the fantastic city of domes and arches. Great shapeless suggestions of life move within its womb. Here and there, the surface undulates with inconceivable water spouts and horrifying masses of Sargasso. A blinding tempest of light, I awaken in the dark, silent confines of my room.

Will the strange and haunting visions ever stop? I fear for my life... and my sanity.