2236. Strange things

I glanced at my digital alarm clock to see how much longer I had before having to get out of my cosy bed. It said it was seventy-four minutes past twenty-seven (27:74). What the…?

I turned on the bedside light and jumped out of bed. My clothes weren’t there; only a great green gown with a hood. I put it on because I sleep naked and had to put on something before walking around the house. And then I noticed…

This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t my bed. This wasn’t my house. I didn’t know where I was. I drew the bedroom curtains apart and gazed out the window. It was pitch black. Not a star. Nothing. No dark shape of anything.

I began feeling my way around the house, rubbing my hand against the wall in the hope of finding a light switch. There was no switch to be found. Only the dull light from the bedside lamp cast a small glow through the bedroom door. I was in some sort of corridor. Suddenly the bedside lamp…

went out.

I was in total darkness. I could no longer even find the wall to grope along. And then…

I touched it! I touched it! It felt a bit slimy and warm and bristly. I estimated it was about the size of a human but not a human. Not that I really stood there at 27:82 in the pitch black wearing a green hooded gown finding something slimy and warm and bristly and deciding to do a logical analysis. I was petrified.

Next thing my wife was there with her phone with the phone light turned on. I was in our meadow next to the house patting our cow. It would have been funny if it wasn’t surreal. And I had to wash my feet before getting back into bed.

(Footnote: In 2235 stories I have never resorted to a character being in a dream as a resolution to a plot. It’s an easy way out. But it’s only fair that in 2236 stories at least one should end in a dream!)

20 thoughts on “2236. Strange things

  1. Sarah Angleton

    I entered a short story contest once in which the prompt was that the story must begin with: “It was a dark and stormy night,” and include as much cliche and nauseating overwriting as possible. Of course, my story ended with my main character waking up, but it didn’t win. It was still probably the most fun I’ve ever had writing a story. Dream on!

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  2. umashankar

    I was beginning to have all sorts of bizarre ideas, such as the protagonist getting teleported to a planet far far away and back after a brief romance of the fifty shades of aliens kind, before you snapped me out of that with the uncalled for footnote.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      The dream wasn’t autobiographical – but I do have problems with sleep as I talk out loud all night (very loud) and this stops me from staying with people or even staying in a motel! Last time I was in hospital I kept the whole ward awake!

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      1. noelleg44

        I woke my husband up by screaming when we were on vacation. I dreamed someone had killed my grandparents (they are long deceased) and I was screaming I was going to kill them for doing it. I NEVER talk out loud, so this surprised both of us.

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