The Monster of My Dreams
Silly story based on a split second of an overwhelming nightmare.
Something that evokes something that screams. Like the phallic alien-shaped plant with teeth, they come out of their sheath to surrender their ugly faces. They creep and crawl to fall into a pool and drown but the person comes in afraid to see death, even in a creepy creature and now they survive, and on and on, they breathe the air through razor teeth.
This dull and empathetic human whoever they were destroyed my dreams. These creatures may not live while I am awake and the light of day shines but they come out of my corners like pests to show themselves when the moon is high and I am low.
Empathy is no longer the disease I can identify with, at least if I want to rid the nightmares.
As the sun sets behind dusty mountains I float out to the middle of my underground pool and wait for the only light coming from below the water to shine bright and lonely.
Now, in the pool, I realize I am too scared to exit and feel trapped to enter the dark outside of my glowing and safe orb.
It feels like ages sitting, floating, I start to have fun splashing in my donut floaty until I hear a splash echo behind me out of sync with my feet. Spinning around ever so ungracefully and with panic, I attempt to lift my ass out of the donut center. I see those monsters floating down into the water, floating so very slowly as if they could come up and float.
They appeared to be already dead, they knew the water would kill them if they tried to come for me and they entered my trap anyway!
I feel terrible. Terrible. No good. I just need to leave the pool and go inside but before I can think to do the right thing, again I am diving for my nightmares.
It seems my pool is deeper than I remember. I keep going down and once I grab onto the monster they latch onto me like leeches, the circular jaws drilling into my hand at first then up my arms and the pool is cast in red that looks black as the dim pool light creeps down. Now the alien, shaped like a penis, and a plant or both has struck me and I blame my empathy.
I can only hope the next person is more successful than I am at ridding these penis nightmares!
Side note: I am so sick of my nightmares.