Now I lay me
down to sleep
The
young man closed his eyes in his bed, knowing the nightmares would plague his
dreams. They always came, and he always awoke with bruises and scratches. The doctors
called it night terrors, but he wondered how accurate this diagnosis was. All
that he knew was that once he was in the realm of imagination, in the world
where only his mind was in control, the monsters arrived. Sleep was inevitable.
It came, and so did they, shrieking and screaming with their skull heads and
bat wings.
I pray the
Lord my soul to keep
It
was only a dream. He knew it was, and this knowledge should have put him in
control, but he couldn't get away from them. He ran and they charged, baring
razor sharp claws. Some of them were the sized of crows; others, the size of
eagles. The smaller ones were faster, and they reached him first. He batted
them away, but one of them bit down on his hand, drawing blood with its sharp
teeth.
If I should
die before I wake
The
ground shook as a tall figure approached, towering at least seven feet, looking
down upon him. The dreamer closed his eyes and whispered to himself.
"It's
only a dream. It's only a dream. It's only a dream."
"I
am your dream master!" a voice boomed. "It does not matter if this is
just a dream. I control it, and I control your destiny."
BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The
dreamer shot up in his bed, the alarm awakening him just in time. It was time
to get ready for work. His bed was wet, soaked in sweat. These dreams were
getting worse — more real. He pushed himself up and winced in pain. Looking
down at his hand he saw blood oozing, thick and red.
"It
wasn't real," he said aloud to himself.
"It's
always real," the dream master said. "I'm real. And you are mine."
I pray the
Lord my soul to take.
Outside
the house, a flame inside a pumpkin crackled and burned. The face of the jack-o'-lantern showed eyes closed and
sleeping. Inside the house, through the closed windows, one could hear the
thunder of hundreds of wings fluttering and flapping. Muffled beneath this, one
could hear the dreamer's screams.
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