Perchance to Dream

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He dreamed that night....

Submitted: April 05, 2014

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He dreamed that night that he was in a cave.  He could see the moon’s white light shimmering on the puddles outside that the rain had made earlier that day.  He could hear the irregular drip, drip, drip of water falling from the stalactites.  And he could feel an icy breeze gusting through from the mouth of the cave.  He wondered vaguely what he was doing there.

Every tiny sound seemed to echo as he took slow steps toward the back of the cave.  He could see the wall in front of him, but somehow the cave kept going.  He kept walking, further and further in, until it seemed like there would be no end.

A sound behind him made him turn suddenly around.  His eyes flitted upward to where a tiny bat was clinging to a crag in the ceiling.  As he stared, the creature seemed to grow, its eyes becoming bulging and bulbous, its fangs large and yellow, pointed and stained with dark blood.  They gleamed in some faint light as the bat, now almost larger than he was, opened its mouth in a sinister grin.

He held his hand out to stop the creature.  Its head darted forward, like a chicken pecking at the ground, and when he looked again, his hand was gone.  It had faded away to nothing, and he was aware of a dull pain at his wrist.

He began to run, so fast that he felt he was flying.  The enormous bat began to follow.  It wasn’t flying; he could hear its footsteps pounding the cave floor and its hot breath against the back of his neck.  He felt as though he were floating through the air, then through fog, and then through water.  He couldn’t move any faster.  His limbs felt numb and useless.  The bat advanced.  It caught him up.  Then it pounced.

He opened his eyes to darkness.  He could see the moon’s white light shimmering on the puddles outside that the rain had made earlier that day.  He could hear the irregular drip, drip, drip of water falling from the stalactites.  And he could feel an icy breeze gusting through from the mouth of the cave.  He wondered vaguely what he was doing there.


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