Just before bedtime last night, I had a cup of calming tea. I woke at around 3:00 a.m. from a nightmare. The best that I could recall was that I was touring what appeared to be a highschool. My guide was a man of maybe early sixties with gray hair. The tour did not seem to end and I starting to get nervous. There were all sorts of students milling about when out of nowhere an old friend appeared. I sensed he was there to get me out of there. My old friend (A guy from school who I have not actually seen in 25 years or so.) gestured to me and tried to get closer. Then the students all closed in on him as they turned into aliens. The next thing I knew, I was in a small room. The voice of the sixty-ish tour guide came out of a wall speaker and said, “This is what happens when your friends intervene.” At this point, my old friend poured down from the ceiling. Yes, poured. He had been liquefied and was brown in color.
I woke scared out of my wits and sat on the side of the bed. My eyes burned as I tried to make sense of it all. I was confused and could make no sense of any of what had happened. I went and got a glass of water and fluffed my pillows and tried to get back to sleep.
At 6:39a.m. I woke up just as startled as before. A cousin who I have not seen in 40 years was involved in this latest train wreck. The best I could tell is that she was instructing me how to prepare meat for tomato sauce. I woke up at the part when I noticed that the huge platter of meat was actually skinned and quartered humans.
I sat confused on the side of the bed again trying to analyze both the first and second dreams. I drew no logical conclusions other than the point in fact that I was starving. I am usually up and about by 5:00 in the morning. I went to the kitchen and toasted a bagel and made a cup of tea. I really did not want the second half of the bagel but, I ate it anyway. I felt extremely sleepy after my meal. I flipped on the television and then realized that it was Sunday and that there would be no harm in returning to sleep if I could.
I got comfortably in bed again. I woke again at 8:37a.m. this time. I was in a cold sweat and felt as if I had been screaming. In this latest nightmare there had been a tall man of over seven feet I imagine who came to the door. He was wearing that familiar brown delivery uniform. He had a couple packages for me so, I let him in. Once in he grabbed my left hand and with a very sharp pen knife he sliced the skin from my knuckles down to the bone. I struggled as he told me that I “should never let strangers in my house.” After he finished with my knuckles he stabbed the knife into the back of my hand and twisted it as I screamed and screamed.
Holy nightlight Batman… I do not remember the last time I had a bad dream and three in one night had me shaken. I wondered if it had anything to do with the chili-cheese-fries with hot sauce that I had eaten earlier. I never eat such things and they seemed like a good idea at the time. When I was a kid such “treats” would give me horrible dreams. It was the best explanation I could come up with. Unfortunately, the only common thread that I could draw with the three bad dreams is that I might finally truly be nuts in a bad kind of way.
I’ve planned a far blander diet for tonight’s dinner. Wish me well!
