I dreamt of a worm. A fat writhing worm, pustulating. It looked at me, looked me right in the eye. Then a crow swooped down and flew off with it in its beak.
I awoke to the sound of thunder. It was loud like the earth had just broke apart. My whole house shook, and then the rain began its assault against my windows. I picked up my cell phone and checked the time. 3:02 am
I was sweating profusely although I was freezing cold. I must've come down with the flu or something. That was my conclusion to my feeling this way. But no, there was much more to how I felt. I just did not know it yet.
Another dream, at least I think so. I'm sitting tied to a chair naked. There is a fire burning and there is chanting. I smell the nauseating putrid smell of piss and shit in the air, only masked slightly by the smell of the smoke from the fire.
An old woman stands before me naked as well. She is haggard and her tits are drooping to her navel. Her teeth are rotten and her pubic hair grows wild between her legs. She is holding a bowl in one hand. She dips her finger into the bowl and pulls it out. There is a red liquid on her fingertip. She points the red fingertip toward my face and as her arm raised up I could see the hair under them. She paints something across my forehead with her fingertip. Suddenly a deep searing pain erupts in my head and I fall backwards. Her laughter echoes in my head. Evil cackling that sounds like hyenas in the night.
Another loud crack of thunder and I'm awake once again, but the pain in my head is still there. I swear I can still hear the evil cackling but it is in the distance. Maybe from the next room. I don't know, but I am dizzy and my head swoons as I fall back into the abyss of sleep.
The old woman stands over me once again. No longer holding a bowl. She stares into my eyes with a cold look of disgust. I fear she can see into my head, reading my thoughts. Perhaps stealing my thoughts and replacing them with thoughts of her own.
This time she begins to transform. A shapeshifter of some sort. her flesh begins to bubble and hair sprouts crazily from every pore in her Grey flesh.
Her ears start to elongate as hair also grows from her lobes. Her eyes become laser red darts and her nose and lower jaw to narrow and stretch toward me. I start to scream.
She arches her back and she contorts. Her neck making snapping sounds as it starts to twist her head in an impossible way.
She falls to her hands and knees, but they were no longer hands, nor were they knees. She was on k-9 legs with gnarly clawed paws. I was no longer looking at a woman, but a mangy coyote with its head upside down. It growled as another crack of thunder erupted and I sat up sweating but cold, blankets kicked to the floor.
The window was wide open. Rain splashed in and there was a puddle in front of my window. The curtains blew hard and reached out like ghostly hands. I don't remember the window being open.
I wonder where these dreams are coming from? Why am I drifting back and forth into and out of consciousness?
A sharp searing pain erupts in my skull. The pain is unbearable and I put my hand to my forehead where I feel something sticky and wet. I pull my hand away and look to see blood and I am suddenly afraid.
What is happening? Did I sleepwalk and bump my head? I get up to grab my blanket from the floor but something pushes me violently back onto the bed. It holds me there pressing and it feels like a thousand ton weight on my chest. I can't breathe. When I try to call out nothing escapes my lungs but a tiny whimper. Then the bed begins to jump.....
I am asleep again. This time I am no longer in a chair. I am in darkness. Screaming fills the air and echos all around me. The sound of a million loons in the night. I can make out some of the words and they are cries of helplessness and agony. The cries of deep despair, regret, loss and guilt. The cries of loneliness and sorrow. Nothing of joy can be heard. There was nothing joyful here and I not only could hear it in there cries, but you could feel it all around you. Then suddenly I realized that they weren't only the cries of strangers. I recognized others I had known. former loved ones and the present. But one voice I recognized above all the voices. It was my own!
"Please help me, please God, save me from this awful darkness. Take me away from this nothingness and lead me back to light!"
Once again I was awake. The sun was up and my room; dazzling with its warm rays, seemed alien to me.
2.

I awoke with a startled gasp. The sun was shining bright through my bedroom window and the birds were singing joyfully. I was a beautiful day. Perhaps last night was nothing but a couple bad dreams after all?
It was Sunday and today was the dreaded day that my family got dressed in our finest outfits and went to visit God at church.
My younger brother Stephen and I hated going, but looked forward to getting breakfast at McDonald's after the sermon for hashbrowns, orange juice and a sausage egg mcmuffin. It was our reward for going to church, or better yet, more like a bribe to get us to go willingly.
"Sorry God, we think church is boring, but we still love you" I would silently pray to God. We were children after all.
My sister, Sarah, the oldest of us always seemed to enjoy our visits to the church. 6:AM sharp she would be up and running around the house getting me and my two younger brothers ready. Honestly, it was sort of a nightmare as well. She would seem so joyous and excited for the day. She prayed before bed every night, and even read us stories from the Bible before bed.
Every Sunday morning she wore her red hair in tight pigtails and had on a white dress with white nylons and shiny black shoes. Her energy those mornings was exhausting.
As I lay in my bed and stare up at the ceiling, I braced in anticipation of my bedroom door crashing open and her loud shouting to 'GET UP FOR GOD!'....... But Nothing!
As I strained my ears to listen more intently, I realized that my house was quiet. Unusually quiet! considering what day it was. By this time you would usually hear Sarahs boisterous ravings from somewhere in the house. Usually going on saying something about Our Lord's message, and it being our duty to 'Our Lord' to worship him.
Personally I think the whole idea and concept of going to church is a crock of shit! As if the whole practice of having to go to a creepy building, and do a weird squatting exercise for hours to the sound of monotone chanting from some stranger who calls himself my father isn't asinine enough. Then; they pass around a basket asking you to pay them for it all! I don't know why God needs all this from us to know we have faith?
My first feelings of relief, slowly became worry. Then worry turned to fear. I sat up, heart thumping in my chest and called out.
"Mom! Dad!"
Silence....
I called out again raising my voice to a dull scream, and still there was no sound.
My fear now full fledged panick, I flung my covers and jumped out of bed. My feet landed on the floor with a crunch as what must've been thousands of cockroaches scurried across the top of my feet. I looked down and screamed as the floor shifted in every direction. There were worms and spiders and roaches covering every square inch of the floor.
I stood there frozen and screaming while these vile creatures crawled up my legs. I was petrified. I felt the warm stream running down my pajamas as I pissed my pants.
My bedroom door flew open with a loud bang as both my parents came rushing to my rescue. I heard my father screaming but couldn't make out what he was saying. Then; as he scooped me into his warm embrace, I fainted.
3.

I woke up in my bed with my father sitting beside me. My mom had taken my brother and sister to church while my dad stayed behind to tend to me.
"Hey, Kiddo!" he smiled. " You must've had a nightmare. You were screaming and scared your mother and I half to death."
I sat up quickly and looked down at the floor.
"The bugs, daddy! They were everywhere! Didn't you see them?"
"No bugs, only bug I saw when I came in was you!" he teased as he poked me in the gut. "Now how bout we get you in the bathtub and get'cha some clean pajamas and sheets; whaddaya say?"
He put his hand on my forehead feeling for my temperature and continued. "You seem to have a bit of a fever, Kiddo, must be the reason for the nightmare."
As he stood, he gave a slight sigh and headed toward my bureau. He pulled out the top drawer pulling out a pair of clean underwear, then went to the next drawer and pulled out a pair of fresh pajamas. He came back to the bottom of my bed and lay the fresh clothing there.
"Alright Kiddo!" he said, "I'm gonna get the bathtub started. I'll be back to get you in a couple minutes." Then he left the room and I was alone again.
To be continued...



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