computer generated artwork by: mycelium
The light from the stove and the snake room made me squint.
There he was with his hand in the small snake cage,
changing the water in their bowl. I said " Why did you leave? "
He said " What are you talking about? "....
"Why didn't you come back to bed?" It was about
then I noticed that he was fully clothed, pants, shirt,
socks, shoes, even his fanny bag still attached.
The lights were on and the T.V. playing.
Laughing at me, he said " I haven't gone to bed yet Dana ."
I replied " You were in the bed, then you
got up to pee and you came in here."
He smiled and said " I don't know what your on but you
must be hallucinating. " Well, trying not
to sound crazy and to cover up for my obvious mistake,
I said " No, I must have been dreaming it.
I went back to bed thinking how odd and realistic
that was, and soon forgot about it.
Now, as I lay here looking at the ceiling,
it becomes painfully clear that I hadn't been
completely wrong. It wasn't Jerry but....
something else that had got in the bed with me,
and when he went to the bathroom I thought
he had been in bed the whole time.
The sensation
of crawling, covers giving way and tugging under the
weight of something, keep flashing through my mind.
Why me? I must have tapped into something from
another dimension. Opening my mind in shamantic states,
I have unintentionally invited guest without
knowing it. Maybe a lost childs soul that finds
comfort in my sleeping state. By the way,
it wasn't heavy enough to be an adult or big enough.
I would say 40 or 50 pounds of pressure and small...
like a 5 year old child or a dwarf...an elf? Hell I don't know.
That makes about as much since as anything else.
Is this how it feels when you start losing your mind?
The whole next day i was excited and scared.
Nothing had ever happened to me like that before
well....not since I was 14 and tried a relaxation
technique I had read about. I felt a bit terrified.
It wasn't funny. No, not a damn bit funny!
After the next night with no incidence, I decided
that I wouldn't give it much more thought,
chalking it up to the fact that Jerry and I had been
fighting and I was stressed out for hours before I
went to bed. I've read that, in certain people,
stress can temporarily trigger paranormal activity
around them. This must be what happened.
Never the less, someone or something had crossed
the barriers and crawled in bed with me. I was wide awake,
there was no mistake about it. I'm left to ponder
my wild speculations until the next time.
Then what? :/
mycelium
