Friday, September 23, 2005


Nat went after the night monster, wielding the patio chair he kept by his bed for defense during his deep sleep times. He slipped out of the side door of his own dream and into another's nightmare, lurking in wait of the invincible figure meaning to torment the actual sleeper. He saw the fiend, dressed darkly so as to blend into the stuff of dreams, but hands and head glowed in the twilight shining in the sleeping imagination. Strange how the figure he stalked might even have been himself, a thought sparked through his mind as he raised the chair against the nightmare tormentor, who seemed unable to run. He crashed the plastic frame down hard into the head - and never woke up.

Story #284

11 comments:

weirsdo said...

That is a really good creepy one. Great variety in these last two posts. Thanks for linking to the new site. I didn't know if you knew about it--should have checked.

Indeterminacy said...

Thanks Mrs. Weirsdo. It's actually been a rough week, and I had considered calling off the blog again, especially since we're on vacation again the week after next. Something I read at Dushan's blog made me change my mind and try to keep it up anyhow.

Jamie Dawn said...

Weird! He conked himself in the nogin in his own dream. I love those Twilight Zone twists.

A Little Bar of Soap said...

You so badly need Jesus in your life, Indie.

Indeterminacy said...

Jamie: I like the Twilight Zone too ;-) I used to live there for three year, Rod Serling's home town, that is.

Little Bar: Perhaps. But not the one they're currently selling.

The Mushroom said...

snickering at that last comment...

"He died peacefully in his sleep -- but we can't quite figure out how he got the impression of a resin lawn chair across his head and back when he was in his own bed."

still life said...

We are usually our own worst tormentors aren't we? Unfortunately, we are not usually dreaming.

AP3 said...

Nicely done!

weirsdo said...

That was an interesting link, Indie, but I think readership quality and genre of blog have to be taken into account. Unless you seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth, I would still be interested whenever you had something new ready, and I think most of your other readers would, too. On the other hand, as you remarked recently, it's not a mass audience.

fluff said...

I love this story. dreaming is dangerous, every time I wake up from an unpleasant dream and realize the things I did was not really done, I feel so lucky. bur for how long...?

Indeterminacy said...

Mush: I was thinking of making the atackee paper mache, which would have smashed easier, but it seemed like that would be too much unexplained detail. Hopefully the dream analysts will be able to explain this dream.

Still Life: I actually don't remember having any nightmares for a long long time, decades. The most frightening ones I remember were as a child in the 60's, being chased by skelletins or evil gangs of aliens with their robot. I probably DO do all my self-tormenting while I'm awake.

AP3: Thanks.

Weirsdo: I really do like to keep a regular schedule. Somehow I'm always tormenting myself about letting everyone down at times when I dont keep up the blog.

Ariel: Let's hope that your dreams were not some kind of premonitions, except the ones where cool things happen to you.