Place withheld · 2013-02-05 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
Voices
I wrestle with my scattered mind as I lay beneath the covers, ruminating over the prospects of future possibilities. The calm light of sleep appears to be far over the horizon with no chance of rising at any time soon. Why does this always happen when I have work in the morning? Voices. Whispering. To my right, over in the corner. Wtf? To my right there is a group of people, standing over me in the darkness. They walk around my bedroom examining its surroundings. "This looks good" "I am not sure I like the windows" "Why is the mattress on the floor?" A group of elderly people discuss the room with one another as I lay in the bed. "Excuse me? What the hell are you doing in my room? It is six in the morning." "We are here for the open house, honey," an elderly woman informs me. "What open house? We are not selling the house. Get the fuck out of my room." They ignore my resilience and continue to examine my surroundings. Something is not right. This is beyond anything normal, and these people are oddly short. Very short... It is hard to make out their faces in the shadows. I make several attempts to catch a glance, but each time they deliberately avoid my gaze. There is something inhuman about this. "You guys are not doing a very good job of hiding your identities. You are aliens, are not you?" They share a patronizing laugh amongst themselves, as if mocking my inferior human knowledge. One of the old women climbs into bed with me. This is fucked up. "You see, honey, we are here for the house. However, we have to take care of a few things first." "When did I ever give you permission to come into my house? Get the hell out of here." She smiles and then they are gone. I am awake. I think. There is a lingering presence in the room. I look toward my doorway. A faint white cloud. I can almost make it out. It darts over me. The fuck. I grab my phone and shine the light at it. Nothing. The presence is gone. Man, I wish I did more drugs. Then at least I would not have to blame the Twilight Zone for this kind of shit.
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