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2017-10-03 09:49:31 (UTC)

Su-prize, su-prize...

Bear with me here, I just awoke abruptly from what should be termed a nightmare. The words "Call 911!" still lingering on my lips to my cat's displeased expression. And I wish to say this, I am not distressed. Something pretty unusual happened in that dream that makes it worthy of the retelling.


I watch American Horror Story because it genuinely scares me. I get nightmares, but it is a cheap thrill and so well told I cannot resist. This season's about clowns heckling a family, chasing people, in general being way beyond spooky well into murderous. I also, along the Bozo vein, watched the original It movie and I don't suffer from a lack of imagination about dark sewers nor creepy clowns. I swear I almost induced my asthma same as the character in that one scene. Also I have been nervous in the bathroom late at night.

Being so suggestible I knew the clowns were coming. At the very least I knew that my dreams and nightmares were soon to be peopled with malevolent make-upped creepers. And so when I was having a normal dream this morning, I was not surprised at all to see two clowns pop in. I was not alone in my dream and I called out to my superior to call 911! before beginning the inevitable slow motion chase scene where they are faster than I was. Still, I felt very um, prepared. And as I turned to fight, fleeing having, of course, not been effective, something shifted.

Normally my blows are not effective, all my force and little effect. I feel like I am holding back on my punches, always. Or if I land them, they are grotesque in their damage but Jason-like whoever or whatever I hit is back after me. This time I led the clowns down a narrow corridor to get at them one at time, which is already weird that I could plan my attack, typically I cornered into fighting helplessly. And I turned with plenty of time to plant my feet, tighten my grip and begin the swing as one of two clowns rounded the corner. And it landed, audibly and for a moment in my dreams, I wondered if maybe I was awake because very clearly this clown in the mask was no longer a threat. Perplexed and definitely no longer in danger I sat bolt upright in bed, still calling for 911, now to save the clown and myself from charges.

I became the hunter and it was weird. Not my average dream nor nightmare, but something all together seriously unfunny.




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