Dream Journal #1- The Fifteenth of May

Strange, painful moaning sounds from somewhere within the bedroom.

I am laying alone on the bed in the darkened room, laying flat on my back, naked under the sheets.  For some reason I cannot move my arms or legs.  I cannot move at all.

The moaning turns into a high-pitched wailing sound.  It seems to be coming from underneath the bed.  For a moment I wonder if it’s one of the cats. Then I realize that a cat could not possibly make a noise like that.

Then I see it, the thing slowly raising up at the foot of the bed, just between my feet.

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I am still frozen in place as the creature drags itself up onto the bed and begins to slither up one of my legs.  It leaves a thin layer of cold, wet slime on the sheets as it works its way up to my exposed neck.  I feel a row of sharp little teeth ripping and tearing into the side of my neck.

And then I wake up

I am laying on my side and have kicked off the covers.  The sun is shining through the window and I can hear my wife listening to music in the next room.

I reach up and touch the side of my neck just to make sure…

[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]

© 2012, 2013 J. E. Lattimer all rights reserved


2 thoughts on “Dream Journal #1- The Fifteenth of May

    1. Thanks, Millie– I love Kafka, that’s a real compliment! I tried to make this as short and strange as possible, wasn’t sure at first if it worked… Have a great weekend!

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