Nightmare
I had a horrible nightmare this morning, likely brought on my the glut of Law and Order I've been watching lately. Along with reading Faulkner's Sanctuary.
I'm not really sure where I was or what was going on in my life. I do remember that for some reason Frew Schmidt and I were living under the same roof and an older professor-type (who resembled Prof. Dumbledore) was our guardian. We weren't siblings or anything, just friends who lived in the same house. A house in the middle of the woods, far from civilization.
There had been a rash of killings lately, and one of them was my friend Molly Morrison. I was very upset and I started investigating the serial killer. It was very mysterious, but I put all the clues together one night while alone in my room while Frew and our Prof. were downstairs. The clues all ended in Frew.
I went downstairs and (for some unknown, stupid reason) accused him in front of the Professor. The Professor thought I was crazy and Frew played along with him. I then went up to bed, and now, apparently, Frew and I slept in the same room (different, single beds) and I lay in my bed, cursing myself for letting him know I was onto him. I lay there in terror of what he would do to me. The only thing that comforted me was that if he killed me he wouldn't be able to explain it to the Professor.
So I snuck out of bed and began fleeing through the dark woods, and the next thing I knew, Frew was chasing me and I didn't know where he was. Suddenly, he was very vampire-like and could fly and move super-fast and stuff. It was terrifying. Then I woke up, still feeling that empty feeling of terror in my solar plexus.
Sorry about that, Frew. I didn't intend to make you a vampire/serial killer. And Molly, I'm sorry my subconscious killed you.
I'm not really sure where I was or what was going on in my life. I do remember that for some reason Frew Schmidt and I were living under the same roof and an older professor-type (who resembled Prof. Dumbledore) was our guardian. We weren't siblings or anything, just friends who lived in the same house. A house in the middle of the woods, far from civilization.
There had been a rash of killings lately, and one of them was my friend Molly Morrison. I was very upset and I started investigating the serial killer. It was very mysterious, but I put all the clues together one night while alone in my room while Frew and our Prof. were downstairs. The clues all ended in Frew.
I went downstairs and (for some unknown, stupid reason) accused him in front of the Professor. The Professor thought I was crazy and Frew played along with him. I then went up to bed, and now, apparently, Frew and I slept in the same room (different, single beds) and I lay in my bed, cursing myself for letting him know I was onto him. I lay there in terror of what he would do to me. The only thing that comforted me was that if he killed me he wouldn't be able to explain it to the Professor.
So I snuck out of bed and began fleeing through the dark woods, and the next thing I knew, Frew was chasing me and I didn't know where he was. Suddenly, he was very vampire-like and could fly and move super-fast and stuff. It was terrifying. Then I woke up, still feeling that empty feeling of terror in my solar plexus.
Sorry about that, Frew. I didn't intend to make you a vampire/serial killer. And Molly, I'm sorry my subconscious killed you.