A Midsummer's Nightmare: Based on a real nightmare

Not all accidents are accidents. Some accidents are nightmares. A group of seven friends are on a weekend camping trip in the Colorado Rockies; enjoying an evening around the campfire, discussing everything under the sun and moon; from flatulence and films to aliens and other worlds, as well as their worst childhood nightmares. Not long into the evening a violent twist-of-events propels them headlong into a dark endless night of survival. As they rush to save one life, they find themselves on the wrong side of the road-paved-with-good-intentions and wind up putting all their lives in jeopardy. It is here in a realm of imitation reality that they meet a man--infected by a mental, physical, and spiritual disease. A man peddling his wares. A man and his shadow, peddling a virus of bad dreams. It isn't long before things go from dire to horrific, as they become separated and isolated in a twisted extension of the multiverse. Where they are forced to confront their own psychological fears and trauma, by being placed face to face with their worst childhood nightmares and the boogeymen that haunted their youth. Love. Terror. Sex. Madness. These are the things that nightmares are made of. Our minds manufacture representations in order to subsist. Our conscious existence and our unconscious existence are sown together, and ripped apart, repeatedly, so that we might see less clearly; so that we might see more clearly. Human beings must depart the shallow surface of things, so as to know ourselves more truly; so as to know ourselves more deeply. Humanity's temporary existence is interwoven with our eternal existence. We live within a revolving dream/nightmare realm, a spinning wheel of fortune and misfortune, of dark and light, of consciousness and unconsciousness. We are temporary manifestations, creating lives of temporary illusion, while projecting and protecting our temporary trompe l'oeil, via our dreams and nightmares. In order to cope, to confront, to comprehend, our minds establish semblance; we fabricate fables, tell and retell parables, and erect allegories. Our struggles, our survival, our surrender, are all portals of symbolic exorcism. For existence itself is a metaphor. Mankind is an emblem. We are our own gods and monsters. We are our own dreams and nightmares. Dillon Race. Sadie Benton. Jacob Rydel. Daphne Day. Mike Parsons. Rhonda Smith. Alan Trist. And Martin Webber. Who will perish? Who will prevail? A Midsummer's Nightmare. by spider hacksaw Read it and scream.

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