It gets late as I digest what I just ate, some greasy food and horrible news.
Slumber sneaks in and I barely feel it taking me against my will.
In my dream I see a pudgy pale faced angry man, skin glistening with sweat and thin streaks of sick salivation sliding down the side of his plush cheeks.
A rumbling voice of desperate rage vibrates congestedly from his strangely changing face.
Bulbous bulges of tumorous flesh expand in random places and irregular rhythms.
His eyeballs explode from constricting sockets, causing small jelly chunks of red, black, and white to fly at my wide eyes, while his mouth expands pulling back to expose many new emerging rows of sharp, small, decaying, black, brown, and yellowish teeth.
His skin ruptures, stretching jaggedly in unpredictable places as he bellows angrily. Slick gore covered flesh falls from his form seeming to smoke with the putrid smell rotting roast beef.
Not fully free from the last bits of human flesh the creature lunges at me, slipping slightly on the newly greased ground, but recovering just as quickly. Then just as his mouth is about to chomps down on my left arm. I awake safe from harm.
My computer still blaring is now sharing terrible scenes of the latest war atrocity.
There are corpses of women, men, and children with shrapnel shredded skin, even little baby bodies scattered amongst them in a crater from some local bombing. Crimson streaks trail the frail disfigured forms that family members struggle to carry away. Strangers moan in pain not physical, but spiritual, and emotional.
My stomach turns as I yearn to return to sleep, cause Iād rather face a fake nightmare beast then see the horrors stretched out before me on my computer screen.