Another Damn Dream.

"I am in the middle of a forest. I turn around and there is a house built out of wood and windows, and nothing else but. I enter and look around. Nothing of interest. I smell burning though.

"Suddenly the house was engulfed in flames. Somehow I knew this was going to happen. I am not scared. I do not panic. I simply take refuge on the roof.

"There, out in the forest... There he is, standing taller than the tree tops.

"IT'S HIM.

"I don't remember the walk there, but suddenly I find myself at the place where he was. No, it was simply a trick of the eye. It only merely looked like him. But that poor man. Someone-- or something-- had taken an innocent bystander and stretched his body until his bones broke and ground inside his body, until his flesh ripped. Someone had burned off his face then sanded it down. They had ripped out his hair. They dressed him in a suit and tie. They-- it... must have been very careful... because whoever he was, he was still whimpering and crying for help.

"HE WAS STILL ALIVE."

That's when I woke up.

And saw a figure in my doorway.

I am not joking. These maybe dreams and a horrible trick, but dreams are as real as reality.

I don't wish to whine, but I don't want to die.