Wednesday, Jan. 12, 2005 - 03:10

Hello gentle Reader.

Am still gathering my wits after just waking from another nightmare… despite the fact it’s a hot, balmy night here, I feel cold and clammy.

In the dream I was in a large shopping centre with a couple of friends (Heddy, Bubbles and Fi-Fi, I think). There were a lot of people milling around, looking at the various shops and hanging out at the food court.

Then there was a surge of people pushing past us, going in the opposite direction to my friends and I. In that surge I got pushed away from the others and swept along with the horde. I seemed to get disorientated as to which direction I needed to go to find them again.

I span around looking for them and then I spied a familiar figure: Simon. He was walking directly towards me, his gaze fixed on me.

I quickly turned and made to get a way from him, but found my progress hindered by all the other people; to my horror, I saw that the other peoples’ faces were shifting and changing. They became freakish parodies of Simon’s own face; not unlike those ‘cutesy-pie’ greeting cards that have the realistic looking photo of a cat/kitten, but its head and eyes are grossly blown out of proportion.

I seemed to spend a lot of time running, or trying to run… but the Parodies of Simon were ever present, ever slowing my escape… I looked over my shoulder at the real Simon. He continued to follow me at a casual but determined pace. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn’t hear it for all my attention was then focused on his mouth; his teeth were gone and had been replaced with a combination of nails and fish hooks of varying sizes, many bent and misshapen.

The sea of Simon Parodies grew around me… I was unable to move in any direction. I was calling out for help but my voice was lost in the din of strange gibbering that the Parodies were making – unintelligible words and cries.

Simon marched towards me, the Parodies stepping aside and making room for him. I think I was thrust forward, toward him and as I stumbled he reached out and grabbed me, catching me before I fell. He held me in his hands. I looked up at him and realised he was much taller than I recalled. His awful mouth opened and he spoke.

“Why do you want to leave me? You can’t leave me. What we have is special.” Simon then drew me closer and I realised his intentions; his lips parted slightly and I caught a flash of light on the hooks and nails that studded his ruined gums. I tried to pull away from the kiss but his strength was far greater – my own body felt weak, small and child-like.

His lips brushed mine and I felt metal puncture and tear into me… and then I woke up. I sat bolt upright in bed with a start, the images of the dream a chaotic postcard in my head. Disorientated, I leaned over to turn on my bedside table lamp and when the room was bathed in its soft light, I found Simon sitting on the edge of my bed.

I went to scream and then discovered that I couldn’t part my lips… my hands went to my mouth and I could feel something binding them together. It was then I noticed the large, curved needle in Simon’s hand, with a length of black thread dangling off of it.

“I can’t tell you how I feel, Jay… so I have to show you,” he said in an eerily reasonable tone of voice. “So now close your eyes,” he instructed, and brought up the hand the bore the needle and thread. He stood up and moved towards me. Before I knew it, he had me pinned down on the bed.

“Stay dead this time, Jay, stay dead…. You’ll be better off,” he explained in that quiet, soft and perfectly reasonable voice of his.

I struggled but he was stronger and then I remember the needle piercing my eyelid… and then I woke up for real this time…

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