It took a few moments to realize what had happened. The sudden urgency I felt left me I in a bit of a dottle until I opened my eyes to find myself just waking. Oh yeah - only a dream, but was it? It was so real. What does it mean? Where did that fear come from, I asked myself feeling its tentacles still attached. As I started piecing it together I fond I had suddenly bottled to an upright position trying to make sense of what the visions had shown me. Vision might mot be the correct description but it was definitely more than a dream. It meant something.
I remember not understanding the significance, not knowing the meaning and confused as to why I felt the fear at all. The dream was simple enough, even plain and dull in many ways partly because there was almost no color. Yet in the pit of my knowing I felt it held a message. A message of importance without any indication of what that might be. It left me with a feeling of an eiry darkness and still on the verge of something more, perhaps something so huge that its implication could have drastic effects on the human race as a whole. Who, What the hell does it mean? I almost screamed because of myself. Maybe I did. This thing, this dream, haunts me to this day, and I have yet to come to terms with it. Maybe you could find it meaning?
We were space travelers but I have no idea who my companions were, where we were or indeed how we got there. It felt as though we were on some mission where we astronauts of the distant future, were exploring a new planet many thousands of light years from home. It was a barren dead thing similar in many ways to our own Moon except it was much larger and it had irregular outcroppings of stone or rock like sculptures more reminiscent of something pushed up from within then from craters made by colliding asteroids and the like. The entire landscape was void of almost all color but for a few eerie streaks of light that simmered down past some jagged formations.
We were about to leave the area when something caught my eye. Actually it was more of a sensation that had me turn for it to catch my eye. It was an unusual shape as compared to anything else in view at this place. This thing had a shape of something smooth and rounded where as everything else reeked of rugged jaggedness that pointed their nervous fingers up and away from the planet surface. Instead this half round thing lay flat, half hidden behind those walls of stone. At the same time it lay eerily apart from everything else yet a sense of intentionally shielding of obscurity by those very outcroppings was also prevalent.
Suddenly, I had an intense moment of exhilaration when I though I recognized it. I’ve seen this before and headed towards it before I even thought about notifying my teammates. Because at that moment they weren’t even a part of my conscious thoughts as the exhilaration consumed me. ‘I looks like THE face’ came to mind. And it did, it had an uncanny resemblance to the ‘face of Mars’ half buried in sand. Only the left profile showing from the point of the chin to just under where the earlobe would be to the top of the head.
Could this be possible, could it be a carved symbol of an ancient civilization left for us to explore? I was racked with excitement as I raced towards it. That is, as fast as my gear would let me go. Then I noticed how the light coming down from the unknown source had focused onto the face only, as if to light a beacon so as we could not miss it. The we being, who ever found this place.
I had no idea of the actual size of it because without some kind of known scale with which to compare; it was impossible to tell if it was ten feet away or ten miles, but I had to go see more - it summoned me.
The text thing I notice was a sensation of flying. I have no idea how this was to take place, but then it was a dream. I was just able to leave the ground, rise up and fly towards this thing, this face in the ground. As I did, I approached slowly and circled the object from a distance yet close enough to take in its glorious details.
I was ecstatic; there was no mistake. It was far too perfect and too highly detailed to be anything else but a copy of the human face. With the exception of any hair or ears, this was a perfect example of a male humanoid face. How exciting I thought, how important a find. And all the possibly questions of what it could mean and who the creators where and… and… boggled the mind. I stood, or rather hovered in awe when I notice something else that made my skin sting. I was close enough now that I could estimate it size as that of a large building. Maybe a hundred feet long, forty wide and about forty high. And although not of human proportions it was proportioned precisely with human eyes, lids and all.
I was above it now taking it in straight on from just above the chin looking forward as you would at any face you come face to face to. But as I gazed upon it features, a movement that pushed away the dust, rolled then trailed and fell from grace. A fluid formed just under the lid, a teardrop like something streamed through the thickness of dust, leaving its trail before it fell again to dust.
Instantly a horror filled me as I thought of the possibility that this face was somehow alive leaving the only visible projection of a living soul that somehow survived. But before that shock had time to settle in, the eyes opened and a horror hit me so vile, it clenched its teeth into my gut and something crumpled in my mind.
A realization so surreal it brought me back screaming with sweat. And as I sat up in bed trying to recompose my sanity and my thoughts, the horror of the unknown haunts me still, for the face that I saw, was one I knew but didn’t know at all. It was a face that could not lie for it had no reason too. It was only a face - but a face I recognized well, for it had a face exactly that - as mine!
