Night ended and morning began with a technicolor dream where small things like puppies and squirrels went wild, and inanimate objects came to life with the desire to kill. The first to attack was the largest, starting off as a huge german shepherd / wolf dog mix, but ending up as a crazed woman with gnashing teeth and a machete. With son in tow, I ran as far as I could before turning to fight off the inevitable attack. My only weapon - a small jackknife I had in my pocket. I killed the dog / wolf, only to discover after the act that it was really the woman. I got up, took my son by the hand and began walking away, covered in blood. People all around just sat and stared, like they couldn’t believe what they’d just seen. No one said a word.
But then it began to progress. First it was other animals. Small dogs, cats, wild birds - they all began to snarl and become vicious. And then other things began to come to life. Things that shouldn’t, like balloons and pictures on the wall and stacks of paper. The two of us ran, turning and fighting when there was no other choice. Everything that attacked was small, but dangerous enough to inflict serious injury if ignored. It was the sheer numbers of these things that was overwhelming. They were everywhere. It was as if everything ever created was somehow coming to life. You could even hear it happening, as the objects sizzled and popped just before coming to life. Everyone was screaming and running and being overtaken all around us. As we passed through one building, I could see that it was a pre-school classroom. A giant snake, one of those made out of colored, construction paper rings, had come to life and was slithering around the room, covering at least two, maybe three walls. I stopped to cut off the head, releasing some children that were being squeezed in its coils.
We ran out the door . . .
Wait a second, did you show up expecting replies to your comments, only to find my own yesterday manifesting itself as sheer madness? Oh. So sorry. But that’s later today. Once I get rolling.
But you know, the dream wasn’t all that bad. I mean, in the dream, my back wasn’t even one bit sore. It was nothing like real life. Getting out of bed this morning - now that was the nightmare.