I dreamt that I'd awoken in my house
But all was not the same, was not as it should
be
There was a strangeness to things, an
unfamiliarity
Myself too, I felt different, felt very small like
a little child (like I'd been shrunk somehow),
Felt very vulnerable and exposed, without
support, all alone
As I stood there in the hall, the shadows
falling about me
I could see that it was still dark outside
It was very quiet and there was this big full
moon shining,
Down by the road, at my gate, I could see that
there was a car or van parked
As I watched, suddenly I heard the sound of doors opening and then being slammed shut
Then I saw these two dark figures emerging, proceeding up the driveway toward my
house
A terrible fear gripped me, I felt a great
danger approaching
These two men, these shadowy figures
They meant no good, of that I was sure
They were unwanted, coming at this crazy
hour,
Standing there in the shadows, all I knew
was they mustn't see me
If they saw me I knew I was lost,
It was then that I noticed the inside door, it
wasn't locked
So I got down and on all fours started to crawl across the floor (so I wouldn't be seen)
But it was hard, so hard, my limbs they were
so slow, so heavy
They would hardly obey me... I could hardly
drag
What was wrong... what was wrong with
me!!! I thought,
Through sheer force of will I finally made it
And reaching my hand up I turned the ****
that would lock the door
I heaved a sigh of relief and lay back against
the now locked door
It was only then that I noticed another
bedroom door was ajar
If they stood outside the bedroom window
they'd be able to see a bit into the hall
But I realized, it was too late... too late now
They'd probably be at the window by now
And they'd be bound to see me trying to close
the door
They'd be standing there right now with their
cold sharp impassive faces
Dripping cruelty and menace
Staring in, souless like mannequins
Their icy looks that'd freeze your soul
Like a Medusa turn you to stone.
So I could only sit there listening...listening
with my back to the inside door
Afraid almost to breathe
Just listening for the next sound
The next thing to happen.
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
I dreamt that I'd awoken in my house
But all was not the same, was not as it should
be
There was a strangeness to things, an
unfamiliarity
Myself too, I felt different, felt very small like
a little child (like I'd been shrunk somehow),
Felt very vulnerable and exposed, without
support, all alone
As I stood there in the hall, the shadows
falling about me
I could see that it was still dark outside
It was very quiet and there was this big full
moon shining,
Down by the road, at my gate, I could see that
there was a car or van parked
As I watched, suddenly I heard the sound of doors opening and then being slammed shut
Then I saw these two dark figures emerging, proceeding up the driveway toward my
house
A terrible fear gripped me, I felt a great
danger approaching
These two men, these shadowy figures
They meant no good, of that I was sure
They were unwanted, coming at this crazy
hour,
Standing there in the shadows, all I knew
was they mustn't see me
If they saw me I knew I was lost,
It was then that I noticed the inside door, it
wasn't locked
So I got down and on all fours started to crawl across the floor (so I wouldn't be seen)
But it was hard, so hard, my limbs they were
so slow, so heavy
They would hardly obey me... I could hardly
drag
What was wrong... what was wrong with
me!!! I thought,
Through sheer force of will I finally made it
And reaching my hand up I turned the ****
that would lock the door
I heaved a sigh of relief and lay back against
the now locked door
It was only then that I noticed another
bedroom door was ajar
If they stood outside the bedroom window
they'd be able to see a bit into the hall
But I realized, it was too late... too late now
They'd probably be at the window by now
And they'd be bound to see me trying to close
the door
They'd be standing there right now with their
cold sharp impassive faces
Dripping cruelty and menace
Staring in, souless like mannequins
Their icy looks that'd freeze your soul
Like a Medusa turn you to stone.
So I could only sit there listening...listening
with my back to the inside door
Afraid almost to breathe
Just listening for the next sound
The next thing to happen.