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4 yr. ago
Jgrupe
Death by Deja Vu
Have you ever remembered a dream hours after waking up? Something triggers a memory of it and you struggle to recall the details which are hazy. With an effort you can piece together bits of it, but never the whole thing.
This happens to me from time to time.
I’ll have a dream and then instantly forget it upon waking. But then sometime during the day, it comes back to me.
That happened to me today.
Just now, in fact.
The same as in my dream, I see a figure approaching in the darkness. I’m standing in this alley waiting for a friend and feeling alone and way too vulnerable here by myself.
I wonder if it’s him coming towards me, and I get déjà vu.
His gait is different, it doesn’t look like Sam. But in the darkness I can’t tell.
Who else would be out at this hour in the rain? In the middle of the night. The city so full of people seeming empty and desolate.
I see something glint and shimmer in his hand and can make out the silhouette of the knife he is holding. The switchblade he always carries with him.
Why would Sam be carrying it in his hand like that? I can’t help wonder to myself.
“Sam?”
His voice calls back, raspy and hurt-sounding, but it’s his. I can tell that it is him, and that fills me with a wave of relief.
“Help…”
Stumbling towards me, I see something else behind him.
The creature looks like nothing I have ever seen before, except that now that I think of it I did see it before, in my dream the night prior.
If I had to compare it to anything it would be an octopus, except that it walks upright like a person. It has dozens of tentacles, long and thin, and uses some of them to ambulate, others flailing around and sensing the nearby environment. Its eyes are red and glow in the darkness.
I see as it gets closer that its skin is blue and alien.
More of the tentacles are wrapped around my friend, poking into the skin of Sam’s head, and now I realize why his movements appear so jerky and puppet-like. He is being controlled by the creature.
Thunder crashes in the sky and for a horrible moment it illuminates more of its terrifying face. Its beak with sharp, tiny teeth stretched up at the corners in a smile.
“Warn them!” Sam yells at me as he plunges the knife into my heart.
I wake up in bed.
It had seemed so real, but suddenly the memory of it is fading again.
Even though it’s late I’ll see if Sam is up. There’s no way I can get back to sleep after that nightmare.
What do you know, he’s awake, and said to meet him in the alley behind his building.
Standing in the darkness, in the rain, I see a figure approaching.
Déjà vu.
Jgrupe
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•4y ago
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