Number of The Beast

Part 2. Paranoia

His dream was vivid, and lucid, but in a place unknown to him, but very familiar at the same time, maybe a place he knows in the future, or that of when he was an infant and couldn’t remember. Either way the place was a dark room, lit only by candles and small bonfires. He knew where to go, and what was where exactly. There was an altar surrounded by a mass of candles. The most unsettling thing to him, though, was a woman that he saw. The woman was dressed in a black robe, but that wasn’t what made him feel unsettled. What made him feel unsettled was the fact that the woman looked terrifyingly familiar to him, a face he remembered vividly from his childhood. His mother.
    He didn’t know why his mother was there. For Christ’s sake he didn’t even know his mom that well, she was always away, or never showed any affection to him. The only thing that’s for certain was that she didn’t have a normal, nor happy, life, at all. Now it seemed obvious that his mother was in a cult, and he didn’t know what to think, other than what she did to affect him.
    He woke up at 3:00 a.m. in a panicked state. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what he had seen in his dream. The dream had been more of a vision than a dream, and the vision, the vision seemed so real. He tried, but he couldn’t go back to sleep.