Nightmares
Doom
by Charles Pyke
My nightmare embarked in a familiar yet unfamiliar setting. It was in grassy park where I had once visited often in the past. A recreational area that was a vast square piece of ground, enclosed by houses backing onto it; and four entrances giving access, one penetrating through the center of each flank, plus a single narrow paved lane stretching straight through it, from the west entrance to the east entrance.
On a bright summer day I found myself in the middle of this park, and right on the paved path. I was looking around at the haven of my childhood, absorbing the distorted features; of strangely colored homes, shimmering crystal trees, and a steaming graveyard with crooked stones where a baseball diamond should have been located.
As I was peering around a sudden blast of baleful bass shook the ground I stood upon, and from the west entranceway came rolling in a blasted parade; of moving platforms surfaced with glistening items too majestic for description, and encircled by dozens of colorfully uniformed marchers obscenely utilizing their rudimentary brass instruments; playing menacing music something like the Devil's symphony, with low, rumbling, crackling, and blaring tones of a hellish inharmonious din. Even though this baroque company was pleasing to the eye, I felt extreme dread from it's presence; the awful sound continued to vibrate the earth, and I was forced to shield my ears with my hands. It steadily advanced towards me and in fear I chose to exit the path onto the grass, and from there fled northward across the field frequently tripping. Though I did fight through it and eventually attained a wooden fence enclosing someone's backyard. In my attempt to scale the barrier something hooked onto my pants, and I became trapped. In all my futile struggles to free myself I eventually gave up, and instinct impelled me to look back upon my on-coming threat. But what I beheld when I did so was longer a marching parade of splendor; it was a massive slimy hunchbacked Demon walking on all fours, with a drooling dog-like mouth of grisly fangs, and a body of sickly protruding veins and muscles. I then felt extreme panic as I noticed that it had left the path also, and was coming straight at me; digging it's keenly clawed paws into the earth, and bellowing out horrendous sounds from it's foul mouth and hungry belly. I tried once again freeing myself from the firm hold, but to no avail, and the grotesque creature was now very near to me. I think I screamed then...
It shortly reached me and rudely sniffed me over, then it opened up it's vile mouth wide, and it's blood-red tongue dangled out at one side. Then like a snapping turtle it swiftly hurled it's chomping machine down at me, and before it could devour me I fortunately awoke...
It's hard for me to describe the intense sensation of vulnerability I endured, but I think it's easiest to say I woke up horribly screaming.
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