Nelson Galaxy

I was at my mother’s house, looking through the window of my old bedroom, which looked out onto the back garden. On the grass was stood a stooped old woman, with a blue rinse and a little active terrier, happily running around her feet. The woman was wearing a large black overcoat, with a furry collar, and black gloves and shoes. I could not understand why this old stranger was stood in my mother’s garden.

As I stared, the hoary lady caught my eye. She looked directly at me and held my gaze. It was then that she levitated off the ground and slowly began gravitating towards me. I was incapacitated and could not look away, stood at my open window looking at this biddy apparition.

The lady got closer and I noticed that she had red eyes and was smiling manically, with spittle frothing through her teeth. She was nearly upon me and I was screaming inside. She grabbed my immobile wrist and started carrying me, like a feather, towards her evil lair.

I awoke screaming. My heart was racing and sweat was pouring off my face. “You’ve got to eat your tea earlier Nelson. Eating all that food before bed is such a bad idea, especially after two bottles of wine,” I said out loud. Laying my head back on the pillow I realized I could hear something in the living room. It sounded like scratching. I was worried that I may be overcome by rodents.

I got out of bed and made my way to the living room. I could see something moving in the gloom. As I became accustomed to the dimness of the room I made out the figure of a pig, snuffling around my stereo, searching for electronic truffles. “What the heck is a pig doing in my flat?” I asked myself.

Switching on the light I was greeted by the sight of a wild boar. It had little sharp horns and wild red eyes. Foam was issuing from a gaping tooth-laden mouth. It saw me, scraped the floor with its front trotter and charged at great speed. I could not move out of the way. My legs felt like solid concrete and the wild boar bore down on me.

I awoke screaming. I was very confused. I seem to have become stuck in a continuous nightmare cycle. Every consecutive dream is more disturbing than the last. How can I possibly know what reality is?

I am now suffering my worst nightmare yet. As I sit at a desk, in a basement office, carrying out a dreary, mundane and stressful job for pathetic pay, I know that I will soon scream myself awake. I just hope it happens soon, very soon.