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The K-Files


Welcome to the latest installment of The K-Files. It was a nice treat this past week, as I was able to find the time to sit down and listen to Ian Punnett's Coast to Coast Live program in its entirety this Saturday night. I intended to feature my review of the episode this week but, as has been the case as of late, something else came up.

That night, after I fell asleep during Art Bell's broadcast, I experienced the most shocking and downright evil nightmare of my life. Disturbing beyond words, it has left me in a depressed haze these past couple days. It has also caused me to start questioning the power of dreams and the meaning of evil itself. 

You'd better get ready, 'cause here come The K-Files...

:: Special Report::
Last Saturday night was not unlike every Saturday before it. Getting off of work a little after 8pm, I found myself sitting at my computer, listening casually as Ian Punnett talked with guest Joe Ezterhas about "Disneyland Phenomena and Hollywood." It was an interesting show, and would probably have been the topic of this week's K-Files, but that night, I experienced the most graphic, disturbing nightmare of my entire life.

Upon waking Sunday morning (well, it was more like the afternoon...but still), I found myself trapped in a haze of depression. I didn't know what was wrong, as I didn't fully recall the terrible dream at first--but as the day went on, I found myself sinking deeper and deeper into an internal pit of darkness as the memories began to flood back. Yup...it was just that bad of a nightmare. Even tonight, a good 3 days later, I couldn't bring myself to write about any other topic. No matter how hard I tried, Ian Punnett's clever wit couldn't shake the images conjured in my brain.

Now, I am what you would call a 'gore-hound' when it comes to entertainment. Although I'm not desensitized to the point that the most callous and realistic of violence has no effect on me, but I take great delight in playing the most blood-soaked video games and watching the latest imitation 'snuff' flick at my local theatre. And considering I read a few pages of the highly graphic Image comic, The Walking Dead, before going to sleep each night, it should be no surprise to anyone that I certainly have the capacity to think up some pretty haunting scenarios...

...but what I experienced in this nightmare was markedly more shocking than anything I've seen on film or in a book. 

By now you're probably wondering just exactly what this dream was about. Frankly, I can't even properly describe how sick it really was. This may sound like a copout, but I honestly don't know enough strong adjectives to convey the same sense of dread that it instilled in me. But you know what? Even if I were to try and explain it, it probably wouldn't even seem all that bad. Like trying to get people to laugh at an inside joke, I would fail in my efforts--as much of the nightmare's horror comes from the morbid realization that my subconscious was capable depicting such pure evil.

But maybe, even more frightening, my subconscious is not to blame.

Having had an interest in the paranormal since a young age, I have been exposed to quite a few new-age and contemporary beliefs regarding good, evil, the spirit world, and the nature of dreams. That said, I've never really experienced anything paranormal in my own life. For the most part, stories of daemonic possession and shadow entities have been more of a spooky curiosity to me, than a real threat. But now I don't know anymore.

Unlike nightmares I've had in the past, this one felt far too realistic. Usually my nightmares involve me fleeing from masked attackers, but only being able to move at a slow pace. There is usually this kind of archetypical theme that allows me to analyze why I would dream such horror. But that was not the case this time. As opposed to feeling a disconnect from reality, in this particular nightmare, I was planted firmly in my body. My train of thought was likewise limited to my conscious self. Instead of being placed into a world of my own creation, it instead felt as if I was being shown something by forces out of my control.

I'm not going to go so far as to say that I was visited by some kind of evil entity that night--and as time goes on, I'm beginning to find possible sources of inspiration for the nightmare--but this has been a mind-altering experience for me. The brain is truly a powerful organ, and I have found myself at its mercy as of late. And although I haven't had another nightmare since (in fact, I haven't remembered any dream since), let me end by saying that I've also steered clear of some of my favorite sources of graphic violence.

Could it be that Khyron is starting to go soft? Unlikely, considering Halloween movie marathon season is approaching and I'm eagerly awaiting the release of Lion Gate Film's Saw III, but now I think I have a better understanding of what the phrase "pure evil" really means.

:: Dead End ::


Well, that's all for this week. I trust you enjoyed your trip into this shadowy nether-realm known only as the K-Files.

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Keep your eyes peeled for the next  K-Files, arriving sometime next week. Later.

~Khyron, 2006.


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