Life is but a Dream

I wish sleep was optional, I've decided to become an insomniac because they crap that comes out when I sleep is so messed up. I was in my room, in my house. I know this in the way that you know anything in a dream, you just do. It’s not the room I have now here in London or is it anything like Warlike’s house. It’s suburban America. It’s a school day and the only things left to do are put on my shoes and grab my stuff. I have my backpack, but also my duffle bag with my track clothes for practice is after school.

As I come down the stairs I can smell bacon and I am hungry. As I come jogging down the stairs I pass by a series of framed photo collages, they are always there, I have no need to look at them, I don’t have time either. As I attempt to recall the details, all my mind will conjure are rectangles of fuzzy images.

I come into the kitchen. Dad is at the table, half a cup of coffee still steaming, only the top of his head can been seen above an open newspaper, the “Wall Street Journal.” Mom is at the stove tending to the frying pans, her back to me. “Have some juice dear,” she says without turning around. That is her voice, I know it like I know my own, the voice that had been there my whole life until…

I am so overwhelmed at the sound that I run up and kiss her on the cheek. “What is that for?” She turns to look at me. With what, eyes of compassion, arched eyebrows, what! WHAT! Nothing. There’s just contoured skin over eye sockets and a mouth. I scream, stepping back, I trip and fall. I hear the newspaper rustle, followed by my dad’s voice, “What’s going on here?” It’s not a mad tone; it’s a confused tone, that is all I have to go on because he too is a blank slate.

I’m crying, I don’t know what is happening. The swinging door from the dining room bursts open and Watchful and Usurper come crashing in, they grab me by the arms and start dragging me from the room. My parents, with their blank faces, “watch” as I am pulled out of sight and dragged out of the house.

I wonder if they will give any drugs to suppress this crap.