Tuesday, Jan. 04, 2005 - 12:06

Hello gentle Reader.

In the dream I approached the front door of my apartment. I found it unlocked when turning the doorknob. When I stepped into the entrance I noticed that the glass top hallway table was gone. Looking to my left I could see partway into the living room; the buffet table, the lamp, and the sofa were all gone. In fact the entire apartment seem to have that eerie, echoing atmosphere that can only belong to an abode that has been long deserted.

I stepped into the large living room/dining room area and sure enough it was utterly empty; all the photos and bric-a-brac were gone from the 1960’s style built-in shelving unity that is a feature on one of the walls. The blinds were drawn closed on the large windows. The air seemed stale and musty.

I turned round and went down the hallway towards the bedrooms, bathroom etc. On turning the corner I noticed that the door to what is now Joel’s room was wide open and that the room itself was softly lit by some unseen lamp. No sound came from it.

But what I found alarming was that the layout of the room and its contents were not of Joel’s creation…. I knew this furniture, this layout… the room was as Simon had had it arranged.

While I went to step closer to the doorway, I had to pass the opened door of my own bedroom and something there caught my eye. I turned and stood in the doorway of my own room and at the sight before me.

Lying on the bed was what I could only assume was my own body, dressed in the dark cargo pants and the Oscar-the-Grouch T-shirt I’d worn that day. But my face was hidden from view, beneath a pillow. My hands lay at my side, the skin a curious pale grey-blue color.

I felt somewhat disorientated and confused…. Not fully comprehending what it was that I was seeing…. I took a couple of steps backwards then looked towards the other bedroom, moving closer to the door. I could now see Simon. He was seated before his desk but at an angle. He seemed to be staring off into space and gave no indication of noticing me.

Backing away from the door to Simon’s room, I once again stood at the entrance to my own room, gazing at the figure on the bed. The flesh on the arms had begun to grow motley and fetid…. Then I found myself in blackness… I was laying on my back, lost in darkness, and something heavy was on top of me – I couldn’t breath and was filled with terror and panic, and suddenly I knew what was happening; it was happening again!

I had a pillow in my face and Simon was pushing down on it with all his might while I struggled lamely beneath. I felt something give in my lower back with a curious popping sensation. My head buzzed with a thousand bees as I fought to breathe, but then I plunged down into spiraling blackness… and I woke up.

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