Dream time. Last night was a little strange. Actually it was downright creepy. On some wall—I have no good details about the exact location; I think it was some hallway—about waist-heigh (3 feet from the ground) there was a hole in the plaster revealing an eye.
The eye was wide, looking perpetually terrified. It seemed to tremble a little bit, the pupil was always very small. It would look at me or anyone nearby, darting around nervously. The skin around the eye and the eyelid was a strange dark olive color—not any typical (human) hue you ever saw. (Actually, the movie poster for The Grudge had some sort of ghost or specter that had that same olive tone. My subconscious isn’t all that original.)
No matter what I did there was no way to find out any more about this eye. I couldn’t tell if some poor unfortunate person had been somehow embedded in the plaster, only his or her eye showing through the hole, or if this were some supernatural free-standing eye. I would try to communicate, yelling for it to blink if it understood me. I tried holding hand-written notes for it to read. There was no sign that the eye comprehended me, only that it “saw” me and always seemed terrified.
I tried to get on with my life, but always there would be this damn eye in the plaster that I would pass by every now and then. (Throughout the night in my dreams I would be interrupted by the reminder that this eye was here.) I began to get irritated by this nagging eyeball, almost feeling an urge to stab it, or to try to chip away at the plaster around it. Of course I didn’t do any of these violent things, but I could feel the irritation and agitation building in me.
There was no resolution to this dream. Eventually morning came, I woke up, had coffee, sketched the eyeball and started with my day.
Nice Sketch.
Maybe it was the Eye of Vecna?
If you dream about it again, well you know what to do.
Comment by Bryan — October 23, 2006 @ 10:40 pm