Castle in The Waves

I had a dream that night. I wasn't sure if what I saw was real.

I sat up on a cold stone table, skeletons of strange creatures scattered all around me. I scrambled to my hooves and ran to a stone archway, leading to a bigger room, almost like a church, with pews angled towards the walkway leading to a pulpit. There were no windows, but there was still a dim light from an unknown source. Across all the walls, foreign words were scrawled from floor to ceiling. I examined them closely, but could not identify them as anything I knew.

I walked up the hard cobble floor, to the pulpit. The floor was quite rough, and hurt my hooves to walk upon. The pulpit itself was carved from stone into a sharp and angular stand. I rounded the stand and looked down, expecting to see a book. Instead there was a dark hole. I looked up from the void, and saw that the room had changed. Every feature of the room changed to the same sharp and polygonal style of the stand. The room felt frightening and uninviting, I wanted to leave.

I felt my hooves reaching up to the stand. My eyes refocused their attention on to the hole, looking deeper into the blackness. A white noise echoed in the room, sharply resounding in my ears. I cried out in pain, the noise growing louder, and my ears becoming more afflicted. I pressed my hooves to my head in an attempt to dampen the sound, in vain. The sound grew louder, penetrating flesh and bone, grinding my teeth and making my hair stand on end, I curled into a ball on the ground. The sound grew even louder, and I could almost hear words. My bones rattled and I felt blood drip from my ears down my hooves. I shut my eyes tight, only to have them snap open again. My hooves fell from my ears, and stood again, no longer able to shield myself from the assault of sound. My head leaned over, staring back into the hole. I wanted to look away, but I had seemingly lost all control over my body.

My head leaned in, descending into the hole. The sound in there was deafening. I felt eyes watching me. I looked around in the expanse of the hole, seeing flashes of indescribable creatures. Horrors none should see. I felt my breath growing short as the sound grew louder. I choked on my tongue, biting it clean off in a panic. The sudden jolt of pain brought me to my senses. I was able to pull away from the hole, and break into a run.

I ran to the arch to exit the room, but it seemed to get further with each step. My limbs grew weak and I finally tripped. I fell on my face.

I woke up on the floor of my bunk, a cold sweat covering my body. I hoped that was a dream.