I am in a two storeyed building, at the end of a long passage-way that seem to stretch into the distance. Tiny cell-like rooms open on to one side of it. The rooms are musty, the doors decaying. My friends lived here once, and happy times were had. The other side of the passageway has a railing overlooking a twenty foot drop, a railing that I remember walking on while drunk. Out on the grounds, where they shot the two, there are memorial plaques. The lettering is faded. Nobody now knows who the two were.

The earth in these parts is fertile, and rains have helped. Lots of trees, and grounds overgrown with untended grass. Days are bright and sunny, I see the occasional snake sunning itself on the grass. The other day, I even saw a fat twelve foot cobra. I tried striking up a conversation with it, but snakes are solitary creatures and they don’t like company. It disappeared down a hole. I tried to follow, but got stuck and gave up.

As the sun descends, the girls with the cows come out to graze them on the fields. I have a strong urge to eat a burger, but I resist. I might get killed, and I must never allow that. A cat eyes me from the end of the passage. It is black and white, with green eyes that stare at me. The stare has already made me uneasy, but the cat takes me by surprise and attacks. I struggle to shake it off even as it sinks its teeth into my forearm. A violent shake of the hand unintentionally sends the cat tumbling over the railing. A look over it with some concern, even as it lands on its feet at the bottom of the valley thousands of feet below. I watch horrified as it shape-shifts into a million black and white dogs, who start clawing their way up the cliff.

They find the fire escape that runs up the sides of this building soon enough. They come barking up the rusty rungs of the ladder, slavering at the mouth. I struggle with them, hit them and push them off it one by one. And as they hit the ground, they multiply, on and on till the green grass on the grounds below is turned black and white by the hordes of angry and hungry rabid dogs who seek to attack me.

I must jump off this plane, but I have no parachute.


5 Responses to “Nightmare”

  1. DreamOn Says:

    Here’s some freudian analysis for you:

    Dreaming of a pack of dogs always means you are being hounded by someone.

    Snakes are common nightmare elements. I’m told they represent your trying to get in touch with your sexual side, which seems a little repressed right now (the snakes going down the hole, but you arent). it’surpent-up frustration

    The whole experience of being trapped, wanting to run but your legs move like viscous jelly, jail cells etc is all too common.
    Biting Cats though? Cathartic, i must say

  2. meditativerose Says:

    So what have you been smoking today?

  3. Falstaff Says:

    I think you should jump anyway. What’s the worst that will happen. You’ll find yourself transformed into a million black and white dogs. Or, in your case, 17 million. Think of all the steak you could eat then.

  4. Itineranting Says:

    He jumped & tugged at the chords at the same time, but the ‘chute (!)wouldnt open..shouldve jumped without one, he thought to himself. Rueing the false sense of security which now lay splattered, the way his head would soon be.

  5. Heh Heh Says:

    dreamon: welcome. thanks for the psychonanlysis.
    a. the whole world hounds me. its not someone. just the whole freakin’ moronic world.
    b. that’s what happens when you dont get enough of it.
    c. Regarding the cats, could it possibly have to do with point b? think colloquial synonyms.
    love the puns, btw.

    MR. um, tobacco. what have you been smoking?

    falstaff. mmmmmmm… dooogggg steaaaaak…

    rant: hey look who’s here! And then they scooped it all up and made sweetbreads out of it. gross, no? 🙂

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