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A young boy is tormented by a terrifying nightmare, but a dream can hurt you... or can it?
Just a Dream by Joe Solmo
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Music by Ray Mattis
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David sat up in the cold darkness of his room unable to breathe. His Superman Underoos were soaked with a cold sweat. He listened in the darkness, wide-eyed, but heard nothing. He tried to scream but nothing came out. It must have only been a dream he thought as rational thought returned to his eight year old mind.
He laid back down on the bottom bunk, finally able to breathe. His older brother William started to snore above him, at least his sleep was undisturbed. This was the fourth night this week that David woke in this manner. He looked down on the floor over the edge of his bed adorned in Thundercats bed sheets.

On the floor he saw his stuffed owl he named Woodsy. Woodsy had a small radio embedded inside its stomach and when he got scared in the darkness he could turn the radio on low and hear another human voice. It helped sometimes. The radio kept him company until light started to shine through the window.
He was already awake when William\\u2019s alarm went off. It was summertime, but William took a summer job working with the neighbor, helping on his farm. David watched as his brother climbed down the wooden ladder built into the foot of their beds.
\\u201cWilliam?\\u201d he asked.
\\u201cWhat are you doing up, it\\u2019s five a.m.\\u201d William said running his hands through his hair. \\u201cBad dream again?\\u201d
\\u201cYeah, this time it was worse. They made it inside,\\u201d David said.
\\u201cDon\\u2019t worry. Even if they get inside they can\\u2019t hurt you. I won\\u2019t let them,\\u201d William said smiling at his younger brother.
\\u201cYour snoring sounded like KITT from Knight Rider,\\u201d David said in response.
\\u201cAnd I am sure that would scare them off, see. No problem,\\u201d William joked and headed for the small bathroom attached to their room to get ready for work on the farm.
\\u201cSo reassuring,\\u201d David said pulling his blanket off the bed and walking out to the living room. He climbed on the couch and closed his eyes. Tonight maybe I will sleep out here, maybe the dreams can\\u2019t find me, David thought as sleep overtook him.
When David\\u2019s eyes opened the first thing he noticed was how bright it was. The T.V was on and the godawful show Guiding Light was on. HE could smell French toast being cooked in the kitchen and knew his mom was making breakfast.
He twisted his head around to look through the open arch into the kitchen. He heard clanking as he watched his mother set the table for breakfast, her eyes glued to their television. The cinnamon she added to the egg made his mouth water, and David got up and headed for the kitchen.
\\u201cGood morning honey,\\u201d his mother said with a smile. \\u201cRough night?\\u201d
\\u201cYeah. I had a bad dream,\\u201d David replied.
\\u201cOh I am sorry baby. Did coming out to the couch help?\\u201d she asked.
\\u201cA little yeah. Can I sleep there tonight?\\u201d David asked.
\\u201cNot tonight, your father is having some friends over and they will be watching the game,\\u201d his mother said.
\\u201cIt\\u2019s ok I can watch the game with them,\\u201d David said hopefully.
\\u201cNot tonight. I am sorry. Did your brother get off to work this morning?\\u201d she asked.
\\u201cYeah he said he would be home for lunch today,\\u201d David said. \\u201cHe wants bologna.\\u201d
\\u201cDid he really?\\u201d his mother asked with a smile. \\u201cYour brother asked for your favorite sandwich for lunch? I thought he hated bologna,\\u201d his mother said.
\\u201cWell he didn\\u2019t come out and exactly say it. It was kind of implied,\\u201d David said.
\\u201cUh huh,\\u201d his mother said placing two pieces of french toast on his plate. \\u201cEat up. I got to go to the store and you have to come with me,\\u201d she said.
\\u201cDo I have too?\\u201d David whined.
\\u201cYes, you\\u2019re too young to stay by yourself,\\u201d She said.
After dinner David went to his room to play with his Castle Greyskull play set. His brother came in shortly after and turned on his radio that sat on a shelf opposite their beds. Soon Pat Benetar\\u2019s unique voice came from the speakers mounted on the wall.
\\u201cDo you have to listen to that so loud?\\u201d David asked.
\\u201cSure do. Sorry,\\u201d William said climbing up onto his bunk. David sighed. He put his action figures into his toy box and closed up the castle. Sometimes his brother could be a real jerk. He wished they didn\\u2019t have to share rooms, but their house just wasn\\u2019t big enough.
He left their shared room to hang out in the living room. When he got there, it was full of people he had never seen before, all of them smoking, with drinks in their hands. The game was on the T.V. \\u201cWhat are you doing out here,\\u201d his father asked smiling.
\\u201cWilliam is listening to music so loud I can\\u2019t hear my action figures talk to each other,\\u201d David said with a pout.
\\u201cWell I will have a talk with him. You shouldn\\u2019t be out here with all of us adults,\\u201d his father said putting out his nonfilter Lucky Strike cigarette. David let his father lead him back to his room. He knew he would get it from his brother once his father left the room.
\\u201cWilliam, turn that shit down!\\u201d David\\u2019s father yelled.
\\u201cCome on, it\\u2019s not even that loud,\\u201d William retorted.
\\u201cYou have to share your room with your brother, try to find a happy medium will ya? I got guests over and it\\u2019s a cloud of smoke. No place for a kid,\\u201d their father said.
\\u201cAlright fine, can I go over to Brians?\\u201d William asked. \\u201cHe asked me to spend the night.\\u201d
\\u201cNo!\\u201d David said.
\\u201cYeah, it\\u2019s fine with me, just check with your mother. Why do you care, Davey?\\u201d their father asked.
\\u201cI would be all alone tonight\\u2026\\u201d he said. He didn\\u2019t want to show his dad he was afraid of the dark.
\\u201cExactly, you can play as late as you want, I promise,\\u201d his father said and winked, like he was doing David a favor.
\\u201cCool let me call Brian,\\u201d William said and left the room. David watched his brother leave the room, carrying his chances of a good night\\u2019s sleep. His father left to return to his friends and suddenly the shadows in the corners of the room seemed more sinister.
Three hours later David sat in his bed with a flashlight and a Spider-Man comic. His mom had tucked him in but he got back up. She had noticed the light spilling under the door into the hall so he had to pilfer the flashlight from under the bathroom sink.
He secretly wished Spider-Man was real and could save him from the bad dreams. He yawned as he turned the pages. It didn\\u2019t take long for his week of little sleep to catch up to him and less than twenty minutes later he was asleep.
David\\u2019s eyes suddenly flipped open. The room was completely dark. He turned his head and looked at the clock on radio across the room. 2:15. Oh no, he thought. It was the same time every night. He listened and heard the sound of the tires on the gravel driveway. He jumped up and ran to the window. He saw the black car with no headlights coming up the driveway. The car looked like an old hearse, with black tinted windows. There wasn\\u2019t a single color on the car besides, black. The bumper, lights, hubcaps, everything covered in black.
The car stopped about twenty feet from the house. He watched as the doors opened and four beings stepped out. They were tall and skinny, wearing what looked like tuxedos, but without a shirt underneath. Their pale skin almost shone in the moonlight. He couldn\\u2019t make out their faces. It wasn\\u2019t that they didn\\u2019t have one, it was just\\u2026fuzzy, like when the reception goes out on their T.V. and his father swears and has to adjust the rabbit ears fuzzy, except for their mouths. They didn\\u2019t have lips, the mouths were almost a complete circle, lined with sharp, glistening teeth, rows of them, like a sharks mouth, only round.
They didn\\u2019t make a sound as they lined up next to each other in the driveway. They more glided then walked towards the house in complete unison Swirls of fog flickered with red, yellow and orange lights, parted for them as they closed the gap between car and house. He watched as they came straight towards his room, not the front door. He ducked under the covers.
David started to shake. It had to be a dream, it\\u2019s only a dream, he thought. WAKE UP he yelled inside his head. There was no sound from outside the blankets. He wanted to peak so badly, but couldn\\u2019t muster up the courage to do so.
A minute passed, then two, still no sound from outside the blankets. He looked at the Thundercats on his sheets and wished he had their courage. He tried to calm his breathing, fearing that the blankets moving up and down would alert them to his hiding place. He imagined them in his room looking in the toy box for him and checking the small bathroom.
He moved his arm slowly, as slowly as he could, hoping they wouldn\\u2019t notice the movement if it was slow enough. He held his breath for a second, still no sounds came from the room. Was it possible they couldn\\u2019t get inside his room? The dream never went that far. They would peer into his windows, like he was on display for them, like some kind of zoo.
Suddenly the blankets were yanked off of him. He looked up at the top bunk of the bed, no longer against the wall. Mist filled his room, flickering red, orange and yellow light reflecting on the white wisps. On each side were two of the beings, people, aliens, demons? whatever. They bent their pale heads under the top bunk. David was paralyzed with fear. He couldn\\u2019t move. He felt his pajama top rise up and tuck it\\u2019s self under his chin.
His eyes opened as wide as they could as the one closest to him on the right side reached into a pocket on the black suit it wore. David\\u2019s imagination ran wild with what it had in there. Some torture device? He followed the movement of the things pale hand, the only muscle he could move, as it pulled something out of the pocket.
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