"Every night its the same dream, Its dark and I'm running through a swamp,where am I? why am I here? I stop to catch my breath, It feels as if I've been running for miles.... And then he appears, slowly spawning out of the muddy waters behind me... I want to run but I can't, it feels as if I'm sinking into the mud and something is holding me back. It lets out a loud moan sending shivers down my spine, like the sound of a wounded animal, what is this abomination.... Then I wake up, covered in sweat, and my heart still racing. Every night that "thing" gets closer and closer, I can slowly make out who he is but I shudder to think about it.... Even now, as I sit on the edge of my bed, I feel his paw resting on my shoulder, I dare not turn around"
Only a few artists know how to capture what I'm thinking, and bring my ideas to life Khatmedic is one of them, a good person and a good friend
