First a introduction to another hokey production
Another one that serves very little if any function
Unlike the thunderin' hooves of the ebony mare of fright
All set to come a marauderin' to you in the dead of night
Speakin' about nightmares. Especially those really disturbingly Dark ones. I meself have a gourmet of your basic four archetypes to explore. Pretty much the typical mold of 'em all I would say. We got the all too familiar tryin' To Run Away From Somethin' Terrible. But your feet feel stuck in tar or so weighted down somehow. As you feel that Something Terrible is gainin' on you and any second now it will Get You. Of those we always seem to wake up just as it's about to. Though often enough with a breathless start and yelp of some sort. I for one personally believe. That should that Terrible Something ever actually catch and get hold of you. Well lets just say if that came about you'll be left breathless alright. Permanently.
Then we have two of those really Scary Ones. Pendin' on their surroundin' terrible details. Tend to Haunt you for a spell. There's the confused desperation of bein' lost somewhere in some strange time and place. With the cold feelin' time is runnin' out for you to find your way. And when it does you'll be there to stay. Forever.
Then there's the good old breath taking Falling Ones. Yeah we all know about those. We've had those leaps of fate alright. More that once I'd wager. Yes indeed. They always seem to be off of sometnin'. Like the legde of a very high cliff or a window cell or roof top. Often enough there's some kind of Murky Black Water or a pitch Black Phantomless Abyss down below. Again we awake just in time before we Fall all the way. Often with that cold empty feelin' in your gut that you barely did before reachin' the point of No Return.
Now we come to those nightmares of a much more troubling sort. The ones that are way too Violent & Bloody to remember fully intact ones. These are the ones I can only recall in still frame sceens of fractured out of sequence glances or clips if you will. The Bloody ones are sometimes so colorfully vivid that they seem to be imprinted on me minds eye. Other times it's more of a shadowy black and grey gut certainty that there be Blood about. Coupled with the accompanying way and means by witch it all this Bloodyin' came about. These I find to be the most anything goes type of nightmare. To say the least.
These for many of you commonly consist of the bein' Cut up and/or Stabbed variety if you will. Sometimes it's bein' Mauled by the jaggered Claws and sharp Teeth of some vicious beast. Or seein' others and/or yourself bein' Ripped to Pieces by some other unimaginable means of horror from the bottomless depths of our own Dark and Hellbent Dreamscapes.
Then we have the ones like I just had recently a night ago. Like I said. It's fractured and I can only recall pieces of it. It starts out as nothin' out of the ordinary like many a meaningless dream. It takes place with me standin'/waitin' for the M train on me way to work. Now there's a fare bunch of others all about as well. I only see them as featureless shadows standin' and movin' all about the platform between the two tracks. Nothin' speacial about this save for this one middle aged woman I noticed wearin' a white coat black gloves and a long black scarf wrapped around her neck hangin' in back and in front of her. She's standing next to me near the edge of said platform havin' an animated argument with someone on her phone. We're at the in comin end of the platform so the train comes in still at a pretty good speed. That's where the fun begins.
As the train comes roarin' in. She turns her back to it with one hand to her other ear so as to still hear whatever bein' said. In doin'so her scarf behind her goes up with the gust of air the train pushes ahead of it. Well before I know it. The whole sceen shifts into a slow motion state as I watch her scarf get caught on some part of this incomin' train. This is the image that's embedded in me minds eye. In real slow motion and in full color the train just causes the scarf to wind close and spin her head right off her shoulders. Her body still standin' there with Blood gushin' out her now headless neck. with her hand still holdin' the phone in one hand and still animated with the other as though nothin' happened. I hear all sorts of screamin' by the crowd as I look down and see her head in a spreadin' Pool of Blood on the platform floor lookin' right up at me still talkin'and aguin'. Only it seems to be directed right at me. As though I had somethin' to do with it all. The train stops the doors slide open and I see her headless body enterin' and takin' a seat in a car that's loaded with other passengers. All in white coats and black gloves just like her. All headless and Bloody and still very animated. The train pulls out and I'm left there standin' on a deserted platform that looks like it hasn't been in use for a very long time.
And with that pleasant little examble in the books.
This little Black Bird in its nest of spooks & kooks.
Will leave it at that and just fade to black.