Dreams Good and Dreams Bad 2            by: Paul G Jutras

 

I’m sure I know just how the dream started. It was late last night and I was alone in the house. I was looking for my cat, Salem. Searching one day room after another. The mannequin in mom’s room see to have its eyes glowing in the moonlight. I find the girl on the guestroom bed with a strange banging going on in the darkness outside. As I look, it’s too dark to see.

I went to bed with the mysterious sounds and images in my head. Not the best idea I know, but I had to get up early for work the next day. The heat turned on with a whirl sound as I rubbed my nylon coated feet in my long sleeve/leg male pajamas and drifted off to sleep. Quite warm. Though not feeling safe and secure.

I am among other girls in a weird maze. Each stone that made up the wall seems a different color that produces a lovely rainbow effect. There is the sound of hooves in the distance that is growing closer. I know it’ll be hard to run in the three inch heel I have on so I try not to panic. My nylon coated legs swish together as a breeze blows up my mini skirt. My pounding heart under my silk blouse slows as I see the exit to the maze.

I am never so glad to see bright light and fresh air as I was at that moment. The sound of a monster screaming turns my attention behind me as this slime beast with cloven hoof feet attacked us girls as we run. One by one the girls are slashed from behind, tripping and stumbling in their heels. By some chance I managed to get away.

I head down a side street and see three girls walking down the street. One in a blue dress, one in a drop neck line purple blouse and white skirt and the third being in a green sweater and white slacks. All in only a inch or two pump. Their purses matched their tops.

"Am I glad to see you." I say to the girls as I caught up with them. Walking a couple steps back, I tried to keep an eye behind me at all times. Even though I wasn’t being followed, it didn’t keep me feeling that I was.

"The town’s museum of history." I felt a shiver go up my spine as I saw the beheading display in front of the building. As the face of the woman who lost her head changed to my image, I had to shield my face from a weird wind.

When the wind dies down, I’m wearing a Victorian dress. Even hold the front of the dress while I walked, I had trouble seeing my feet over the largeness of the clothes. Having my hair done up in a heavy classic style of the 1700s, I feel like I going to fall over forward from the weight on my head and neck.

Remember how the woman had her head removed outside in the courtyard, I head in the large pillar mansion. As soon as I step inside, I’m grabbed by a pair of Victorian soldiers. Held by each arm, I can’t fight my way free. I am pulled to the own of the house and sentence to death.

As I am forced out to the gallows in the courtyard, my head is lowered beneath the blade. Knowing this is all a dream, I focus all my energy at this time and woke myself up fifteen minutes before the alarm would of gone off.

I was never so glad to be home as I fed my cat breakfast and slid out of my pajamas and nylons to get ready for work. Glad it was all a dream.

 

THE END

 

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