"nightmares" i guess is the word. then two links.
1. "61:12"
i'm leaving a meeting at work, and turn the corner in the hallway, only to be stopped by someone from high school. i haven't seen her since then. "they're having sex!" she maniacally cackles at me.
"what?"
she points down at a pile of three pink throw pillows next to the wall. "they're having sex!"
i wander away, and try to find my office. i open a door, and inside is a brightly decorated place, with all sorts of plants and photos and filled in calendars. "whoops, wrong office," i think to myself. "good thing no one was naked inside." i go down a few more doors, and open my office. it's completely empty except for my desk and a cardboard box. it's a drab grey color, and it seems to suck all the color out of everything. i go in and sit down.
i wake up with a start, realizing that i must have fallen asleep at work. i look around, but the office door is closed, so no one would have seen me sleeping. i look at the clock, and it tells me it's 61:12 o'clock. i get up to look at it, and i see outside the window that the sky is the color of fire, and everything else is a ashy grey color.
2. "eyes"
i'm at home, watching stuff on youtube. my laptop screen flashes, and then goes black. i jab at the keyboard to make it come back, and it shows like three different half illuminated scenes all at once. the video i was watching, words typing, and some other video. they're overlaid and mixed together, like it's trying to display all of them at the same time. i close and open the screen to make it reset, and it eventually switches back to the youtube video. but it's all wrong. the tv show or whatever it's from doesn't work right. characters stop mid sentence and turn to look at me. it then switches to a different scene, but they all degenerate the same way.
3. "eyes 2"
i've just gotten out of the shower, and i'm using the one towel that's just slightly smaller than my other towels, so it's hard to pull around and keep closed. but i'm also at work, and two people from another department have stopped by. "we need you to do this thing for us," they start. it doesn't matter that they're not my boss, and that i have no idea how to do what they want because it's not something i know how to do, they keep insisting that i have to do this for them. while i'm trying very hard to not be completely naked at work.
more people stop by, and set up a conference around my desk. at least while i'm sitting, i only need to keep one side totally covered. there are like seven other people talking, and i kind of fade back, letting them all shout over each other about this project they want me to do. i look up, and they're all staring at me. not talking, not doing anything else, just staring. they way they're doing it, it's no longer like they're seven people, but just one mind with seven appendages.
this is the point where i realize that i know it's a dream, and that i can do things. i'm the thing they're attached to. i make them all flail their heads around and gibber. i look away and look back, and they're staring again, but they have no eyes. i look away and look back, and all their faces are scrambled. a mouth is added to replace an eye. eyes replace noses. but due to some reason, the eyes are identical, as are the mouths. i can only replace things if everything is the same across all of the people.
4. "car"
i have some friends at my house. we're going to go somewhere. i'm going to drive, but my car is filled with trash. "give me a minute, and i'll clear this out." i start throwing empty water bottles and fast food napkins into a trash bag, but things don't seem to get better. by the time i have the front seat done, it's been like an hour of work. no one else seems to be helping, so i try to see what they've been doing.
i get out of the car, and there is a table and chairs set up in the parking space next to mine. "where did that come from?"
"your trunk"
"i don't have that. put that back, because my neighbor might come home and get angry that she can't park in her space." i start to work on the back seat, but they keep taking more furniture out of my trunk, cluttering up the entire garage. i walk around, and one of the friends is closing the trunk lid. "stop that! i want to see inside!" she stares at me while she closes the trunk, but before it shuts, i see that there's just a black nothing inside it.
5. "return flight"
i'm coming home after visiting friends, and i'm trying to check in at the airport. but there aren't any regular check in lines, just a maze like room filled with different machines. there are workers standing around, but none of them are helping people find a machine or anything. they're all labeled like "only for GZYP!" and "MMM users!" none of that makes any sense. i finally stop at one labeled "for YM" and try to check in. i fumble for a card, and it beeps, and shows my name. the screen turns on, but it's facing the ceiling, so it's at a weird angle for me. i see it's hinged, so i pull it up so i can see it better. however, instead of just being flat, it's showing me like a 3d projection of the plane, with my seat highlighted. as i move the screen, everything overlaps because they just rotate with the screen. "it's for taller people," i say to myself.
i keep trying to check in, and i notice that the plane is too short. those tiny planes don't fly to hawaii. i click on something, and it shows that i'm flying from san francisco to oakland, then to boston, london, and tokyo. i start to panic, because it's like all the places i've ever looked at to fly to are in this one ticket. i look around to see who i can talk to to change it so i can just go home, but no one seems to care. my breathing speeds up, and i can feel the panic attack hit.
i slump over the machine, and look up to see a group of people walk up to an old lady. "let us help you get this all sorted out," they say to her. i wave wildly at them, struggling to not choke as my panicked breathing flutters in and out. one of the workers looks over at me, frowns, and then continues to ignore me.
6. "ghosts"
i've somehow got some gunk on my fingers, and need to wash it off. i walk to the "bathroom" in the apartment building (that isn't mine, and i'm not sure what it is). i see someone who helps me get the door open, and i walk in and turn on the light. it's not a real bathroom, but a long hallway that turns to the right. in the corner, there's a sink though. i walk down to the sink, and glance down past the corner, seeing two or three people going into their rooms.
i wash my hands, keeping my back to the wall because something feels weird. i look back down the hallway, and there are now clearly two people going into their room. one is a very old man, and he walks in a halting stumble. just as he gets to the door, the woman further down the hallway glides to her door. i look over to get some paper towels, and i look back the way i came. a short pregnant lady is walking towards me, then turns, and goes to her room.
i look back behind me, and the old man and woman have reset, and are returning to their rooms again. i start to walk back to the doorway, pausing slightly to avoid the pregnant woman, and then dashing past as she reaches her door.
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maybe not the best, or even properly scary if you don't have the half-asleep brain state, but since they all piled up this morning, i felt i either had to write them down or proper wake up to flush them out of my head. i'd forgotten the car one until i started writing, and went back to add that back in.
anyway, link 1. i think i've linked to this before, but hopefully everyone is reading the sunstone stuff at deviant art. it's really good stuff. bondage, sex, realistically misunderstood feelings and relationship stuff. this one was particularly funny to me.
link 2. i saw it this morning and it made me giggle, so i'm sharing it here for you too. i hope pswkua does more short story stuff.
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