…and I don’t feel like blogging. I just want to go back to bed and sleep, sleep, sleep. Except that every time I try to sleep, I can’t seem to get any rest. My dreams, lately, have been too much like work. It’s a struggle getting through them; and when I wake, I feel as though I never slept. Ugh.
Take Friday night, for example. I dreamed that I was leaving the grocery store. It was dark (night?), and I felt as though I was being watched. Just as I was turning to look behind me someone knocked me upside the head… hard.
I came to later, and as my eyes focused in on foreign surroundings, I had an overwhelming urge to get the hell out of Dodge. But I couldn’t seem to move. I was in a warehouse of sorts. It was fairly empty. Across the way I noticed a couple of long work tables and some old iron equipment of some sort, but not much else. Looking up, I blinked. A bit of sunlight filtered in through the windowpanes overhead, casting an eerie sort of haze about the room. I heard a muffled cry. Rolling from my back to my right side, I lifted my head towards the noise.
There was a dark-haired woman laying on the floor in front of me. She was on her left side. Her feet were bound together; her hands were tied behind her back and roped to an iron column that stood tall and wide, from floor to ceiling. There was a clear, plastic bag over her head, duct-taped snug around her neck. She gasped for her last breaths, terrified of dying.
I tried to move again. I wanted to help her, but still, I couldn’t budge. I could only lay there, horrified and utterly helpless, as I watched her writhe and gasp and cry. The plastic formed to her nostrils and sealed her pink tongue like shrinkwrap, as it stretched its vacuumed grip across her tonsils. She was going to die.
I felt the chilling warmth of an excited whisper in my ear. “Watch her,” a distinctly male voice said. “Watch her die or you will be next.” An arm slid possessively over my shoulder and pulled me back, spooning his body to mine. “It could be you,” he said, as though he believed I should eagerly desire such a horrible fate. “…gasping for your last breath. It would be so beautiful. But I have other plans for you.”
I shuddered, and desperately tried to block out thoughts of what sort of horrific death he had planned for me. I looked at the woman and couldn’t help but wonder who it was that she would be leaving behind. Did she have children? I wanted to cry for them; for her. I’m going to get out of this, I silently vowed. But she wasn’t.
The man drew in a deep breath through his nostrils, blowing a sickening warmth across the back of my neck. His hands slid along either side of my face, holding me as witness to her end. “Ah, here it comes,” he said, barely containing his arousal. “Watch.”
I closed my eyes against the sorrow that ripped through my heart. Silent tears seeped from beneath my lashes and ran down my cheeks. The woman was gone. Dead. Her smiles forever lost from her family.
“Come,” the killer said, cutting the ropes at my ankles and pulling me to my feet. My hands were still bound behind my back. “I need to find another. You will choose her for me.” He crooked his arm around the inside of my elbow and tugged me out of my stupor.
“No.” I glanced down, looking directly into the eyes of a psychotic killer. “I won’t help you,” I stated boldly, though his looks disconcerted me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. He was the spitting image of Danny DeVito. I must be dreaming.
Danny DeVito looked up at me and smiled pleasantly. “Then I shall have to find someone who will. Perhaps it will be the next one.” He shrugged then, and pulled me out into the blinding sunlight.
***
There’s more to this full-length, freakish dream… so much more. [sigh] But I’ll spare you the epic. Suffice to say, Danny DeVito didn’t get the chance to kill me. Instead, he managed to slip away, disappearing into a crowd of people right before I woke up…
[yawn]
I’m awake now, right?
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