I stepped through the doorway and took in the low murmur of a dinner party alive with conversation.
I was aware I was in a dream, but even if I wasn’t, the setting would’ve been a dead giveaway.
oil lamps and open flames lit the parlor
And a distinct 1920s vernacular hung in the air.
No one noticed me and I felt like I floated through the party out of sight.
A silent observer
Traveling back in time.
But the illusion was up in short order.
A head turned to face me
And I immediately felt unwanted.
Eyes black as coal peered into mine
And without a word, whatever was staring at me said “you’re not welcome here,” following that up with “you’re getting too close.”
We seemed to be the only two present aware this was a dream.
How unsettling.
Uninvited in my own head.
My dreams were no longer my own.
Whatever the entity was
It wasn’t like me.
Hostile and threatening,
I tried to jar myself awake.
I was eventually successful
But as I came to
I still felt I wasn’t alone.
And a terrifying thought burrowed its way into my brain.
Where do you go when your own dreams are no safe haven from the evils beyond the shroud?
Image courtesy of Ján Jakub Naništa on Unsplash
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