The Writers' Circle

Of course I wasn't aware that I was experiencing I nightmare. So lucid and vivid and real. 

I stood trance like in the huge cathedral which my mind told me was somewhere else entirely. Sometimes floating an inch or two above the flagstone floor sometimes sinking knee deep as If the solid ground was suddenly mire. I was approached, viewed a figure in the dim-lit distance who came to me in jolts of about ten feet at a time like a cheap cine film effect. I recognised the face of a familiar friend at first- Then a sworn enemy ,then a human body with a pigs head, then a crocodile in a tuxedo then my friend again, then a grotesque gorgon who made my hair crystallise, then a friend again then a mushroom, a clock, a laughing pterodactyl, a friend, a transparent shadow, the skeleton of a mermaid, then a friend  once more. In some sort of reaction I raised my arm in fear to my mouth and bit into  it. I spat out the foul tasting flesh and saw  my arm with the bite-sized chunk taken out which looked exactly like the white and yolk of a hard boiled egg. 

Looking up again at the figure  which with each jolt was getting closer and still forever changing; now coming towards me was a giant upright pencil, a spider-lion made of a colour I have never since seen, an evil clown, a friend, the enemy, a frowning angel dressed in shimmering gold.

Helplessly I hung and I sank as if effected by an invisible tide in some sort of synchronisation with my shape shifting visitation. Then it was close up to me - an abstract face, ears, nose  and mouth randomly reassembling; and the eye, that huge soulless eye drawing me in, sucking me into a black hole, a worm-hole into another dimension....

I screamed. Aware of the echo of the scream as I awoke which turned out to be no more than a stifled whimper in morning reality. It took time to come to.

Naturally, I was in state of shock after having been everywhere. Golden sunlight poured into my little room. 

I turned to my teddy and sucked my thumb.