What the H*** Was That?!?

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I was awakened in the middle of the night last night by what sounded like someone driving a great big truck up our sidewalk, stopping under the bedroom window, and revving the engine. Or it could have been a Tyrannosaurus looking for a way in.

It was loud. Lasted for maybe a minute, then just stopped. Goosebumps all over. And of course no sign, this morning, that this had ever happened.

I know, I know, you’re gonna tell me it was just a dream. I have no evidence to put against it. It didn’t feel like a dream, that’s all I can say.

Well, if you don’t get nightmares in this day and age we’re living in… you’re just not trying.

Last Night’s Nightmare

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She’s worse when she comes off her rocker.

This was a corker.

I was in a house, no house in particular, and I had just finished a big job of tidying up a room that had looked like a cyclone hit it. I closed the door behind me, and had only taken a few steps down the hall when there was a horrific crash and clatter from the room I’d just cleaned up.

Oh, fie! Had the shelves fallen over? What happened?

I went back to see. I stepped into the room. Everything was a mess again, strewn all over the floor, furniture knocked over, all my work undone.

Then I hear a subtle creak, creak, creak… It’s a rocking chair: hadn’t noticed it before. And it’s occupied by Mother Bates from Psycho, and she has just stirred to get up from the chair–

Of course I woke up then! And mighty glad to do it, too.

P.S.–Y’know what? I think it’s reading the nooze every day that’s giving me bad dreams and a lingering sense of dread.

‘One of My Nightmares’ (2014)

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In this wretched dream I’m still in high school even though I’m over 65 years old.

One of My Nightmares

In this dream no one ever finishes high school. They just keep tacking days onto it. And it’s always the tail-end of June, the year does not advance; but my classmates and I get older and older.

I have a similar dream about college.


I Had a Dream…

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The nooze I’ve heard so far today is too disgusting and disheartening to write about on Sunday. But let me tell you about the dream I had last night.

In this unpleasant vision, our civilization had been pretty much wrecked, everything looked like a Mad Max set, and somehow predatory dinosaurs were back, hunting the poor humans who dodged around the ruins. I wasn’t in the dream. It was done from the point of view of a young dinosaur, desperate and starving because he lacked the experience to catch enough people to keep him fed. He kept breaking into abandoned warehouses and ruined high schools, always just a step too late to capture any prey.

I can’t say I enjoyed it much.

And I don’t think anyone would need a crystal ball to interpret it.

So I Had Me a Nightmare

This is what can happen to you, if you read H.P. Lovecraft at bedtime.

I was reading his story, The Lurking Fear, about a family of Dutch settlers in New York who, through isolation and inbreeding, had degenerated into monsters, evolved backwards into a tribe of cannibalistic apes. Lovecraft was a great believer in the Settled Science of his time. Pure poppycock, but it was his art to scare you with it anyway.

That night I dreamed I had to visit a certain city in New Jersey, and when I went to drive home, I took a wrong turn and wound up driving deeper and deeper into the city, unable to find a road that led out. The streets got narrower and narrower, the buildings higher and higher, many of them shabby and poorly maintained. And the people I saw on the sidewalks, the deeper I got into the city, the more off-kilter they looked: something not quite right about them.

At last I had to stop my car for a red light, right in front of a brick building with an open roll-up door, like that of a garage. In the doorway loitered some individuals who were definitely on their way to becoming creatures in a Lovecraft story: half-human, half-beast, the worst half of both.

These gawked at me in a way I didn’t like at all.

Then the light turned green. And my car’s engine died.

And the loiterers moved in my direction…

You bet your boots I woke up! No way I was gonna stick around for the rest. I told my wife about it and she said the dream would make a pretty good horror story, and an even better start for a horror movie.

I do use a lot of dream material in my books, but I think I’ll leave this one to H.P. Lovecraft.