Ecoheretic

Tag: dream

  • Wall of Terror

    Wall of Terror


    Sleep Paralysis

    Had lots of it in my 20s and 30s..I still have them, but they are not as acute as when I used to sleep on my back. I’m conscious, while my brain locks down my physical reactions so I can not move. The opposite of night terrors & Sleep walking.

    A wall of fear has kept me from the abyss of eternal sleep.


    This wall feeds upon my soul; it hungers for my nightmares, a half-delusional matrix caught betwixt consciousness and the domain of vivid alien visions.


    Somewhere in this realm lurks a terrible shadow of my reality. A grotesque mocking of the material plane. It teases and prods me, offering unknown vistas of experience and mind. A quest through the immense expanse of the universe, beyond the normal view of existence, to places where only the mind can enter.


    The shadow mocks me with these alien expanses of thought and space; it forces me back with a wall of my own fears. This fear, my loathing, and the inability to take that final step, cross that narrow line that will force me over sanity’s edge—an edge I know I can never come back from.


    Yet, I crave the genius of insanity, that foresight of the unkown senses, reaching farther beyond the greatest minds, to have insight into the depth of the soul, to know the mad creator of the universe, to be one with omnipotent existence!

    ©️ Jacob Pickard 2026.

  • Well of Souls

    Well of Souls

    Precognition
    Active since childhood
    Rare now but more vivid and I remember more had this vivid  dream in mid ~2004

    Tsunami Wave hitting on the ocean archetype/city with cloned humans from mainland.


    Dead people’s bodies together touching trapped in a purgatory (French women and family, Americans, Asian, etc….) Same dream, etc… Can not get out.


    People who die and face death again are freed.
    People who will not accept keep on being trapped.


    People who figure out their situation are even more screwed because they will not accept anything as real. Although they soon are able to figure out differences between real and fake situations.


    These people are helped by aliens/angels, etc… as guides to try to help them out of the situation?


    French woman’s husband (with another soul) brought back (he was human) to their house on the shore high atop a cliff. The human who could not accept his death/fate was alive (for real) this time, but the caveat.


    Wife and children still dead, other dead people can now come back and haunt the man who came alive again and his living life is now part of their purgatory life.


    You can not escape death, death follows you?


    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025. Written ~ 2004.

  • Terror Soul

    Night Terrors
    I’ve had since I could walk, this is an experience from my mid-20s. They’re still active, but now very rare.

    I screamed in terror, walking in fear, but yet sound asleep. Something was inside my unconscious mind, in control; it awakens when I fall asleep. My soul in terror.

    A terror so deep within me, it will only come out when my conscious mind is off. When I would awaken, I had no knowledge of what I had done—except for one instance. I had all but forgotten, and now that I have sulked on the meaning for ages, it may be connected with my feverish delirium of a dying race.

    They call those experiences of sleepwalking, unconscious fears: night terrors. In one of them now, I can remember quite clearly that I was walking outside the house. For some reason, I can’t recall if I was going through the terror, or over it, but I was outside. This is the only time that I can remember this happening throughout my childhood, but why was I outside? My feet were wet, grass and mud on them when I woke up.

    This question I can never seem to answer. Why did I go outside? Why do I think it’s connected with my delirium oblivion vision? I have no answers.


    ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • Oblivion

    Precognition? Age 6 or 7
    This was a real dream I had

    They’re dying. The entire race is dying. He cried to himself in his feverish delirium, as if something was yet to happen or a fading memory of what had happened. An event was transposed into his heightened awareness. An awareness only brought on by the sickness of fever that could weaken his mortal psychological defenses to the quantum network of eternal consciousness.


    A blurry image of a planet populated by a race of beings facing utter oblivion screaming out into the void of space and time for help. For someone to hear them, or a god to save them. No one was listening. The universe didn’t care. The boy’s hands are clasped into a prayer, the sides of his forehead; sweat glistening on his face dripping from his scalp. Kneeling by his bed in anguish; a sorrow projected from within but also from an external source.


    The boy had a vision in his delirium that was vivid, almost fully manifested as the race was extinguished. It was a race that was facing obliteration, some unlucky species set adrift in the tides of space-time.


    I am at the point now where I am losing my sight and my vision, but I am gaining something else in its place, because you should come to understand that I was that little boy in the delirium of fever, who foresaw a demise of a species and felt their pain, their last death cry if only to be remembered once.

    Is their legacy only remembered through me; did I hear their cry in the vastness of infinity, in an uncaring universe devoid of empathy?


                                   ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.