It's been a while since I posted anything here on the site, so I thought it was about time I post something. I have a few things to share, and they'll be posted slowly, as I work my way through them, both mentally and emotionally.
This particular event is one that isn't exactly a dream, but was an image I received once during a particularly strong urge I had, one of the ones where I cannot focus on anything but the urge to feed, and feel like screaming from the urge.
I was laying there, writhing around in bed, feeling trapped inside this body and just wanting to break free in order to hunt in the darkness. In my mind I saw a figure; it was not clear enough to specifically see any details, but somehow I knew it was me. I was standing in the darkness, the darkness that I've come to know as comforting and accepted. I was leaning forward slightly, screaming and yelling from the urge to feed. My hands were covering my face, fingers digging into my flesh slightly. As I pulled them away, my flesh and body was pulled away, not in a bloody mess, but like peeling the skin off the onion; I simply was pulling myself apart in bits and pieces. Underneath was pure darkness, shadow, yet still it was humanoid, still it was me. I was made of a darkness much like the darkness around me, yet slightly different, in an unexplainable way. It wasn't long before the last piece of me was gone, and all that remained was the dark figure, the darkness and shadows that were inside of me.
The vision, if you will, ended there. I'm not quite sure what to make of it. If anyone has any interpretations, I would be interested in them. Some day, I hope to find the answers to all my questions.