Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Nightmares Episode One

I just saw this ad on craigslist.de calling for submissions for stories about nightmares. Now, as much as I hate it when people share their previous nights dream, I think it would be pretty interesting to see a graphic novel portraying all these different peoples unconscious fears. Lovecraft came up with most of his story ideas from recurring nightmares and night terrors he had as a child. So, I'm going to try a few of my nightmares out on here. 

The recurring nightmare: The End of the world

The bombs.  I wake up in a cold sweat, my body is shaking after being jolted awake. I have just dreamt about the bombs. I lie very still in bed and slowly unwind the nightmare, making it make sense in my head before I try to explain it. I've found, if I don't break the whole dream down, when I try to tell someone about it, it all disappears, and I'm left telling my eager listener, "Well, I'm in a room... and there's this guy... arg! I can't explain it, but I can see it!" 

In this dream, I'm at my mother's house in Nanaimo and it's 2001, currently, not in the dream.  My mom, brothers, and I sit crowded around the television watching an announcement from the President of the United States. He tells us that there's nothing we can do. We have exhausted all efforts to make this good. He has no choice but to drop the bomb at 9:30 p.m.

"No!" I scream, "Isn't there something we can do? We have to stop them!" 

No one will make eye contact with me. They lower their eyes and turn back to the tv screen. Now, the image is of a city. Camera's are switching from the city view to the insides of people's houses. 

"Oh my god," I say as I realize that we have to watch them die. 

The bomb falls towards the city and the tv screen shows a young couple taking shelter beside their bed, they're holding hands and telling each other how much they love one another.  The bomb hits and their limbs are ripped from their bodies. The camera's pan across the city, weaving in and out of people's homes. Nothing is left. 

"We're next," I say. 

And then I wake up. 

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