29 May, 2019

Wild Times In Me Own Head!

29 May 2019
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R. Linda:

I knew I had to get rid of the thing in the cellar. I also knew it was dangerous if turned on, but at the time I didn't think to remove it switched off. Even if I did, I don't know where I would have removed it. It was all metal, painted a matte black and it had to be nearly 7 feet tall. I thought if I started to take it apart it might switch on and then I'd be in real trouble.

It was Weasil's idea to go down there, switch it on and run for our lives. I don't know why I thought that was a good idea, but that's what we did.

He switched the giant on, and I could hear a grinding sound and small sparks flew here and there.

"RUN! RUNNIE FER YUR LIFIE!" Weasil shouted running toward the bulkhead and safety outside. The thing was in front of me chugging to electronic life and I had to run the other way, up the stairs in order to save meself. And that's what I did, as soon as that giant robot started to move I sprinted up the stairs and threw the door behind me shut only it was an old wooden latch door and it swung open behind me. I knew I was in me grandmother's cellar and the house was old and she had latch doors still. I went up three stairs and pulled open the door to the upstairs, and I slammed that shut behind me but that didn't close either. I could hear the mechanical monster moving in my direction and I just knew somehow it could walk upstairs!

I ran for the backdoor and realised I was in me old abode. How did my grandmother's cellar get in me old abode? I had no idea nor time to think about it so I drove meself out the backdoor, and down the porch steps to where I could see Weasil signalling me with his arm to fly his way. I hesitated for all of three seconds taking in the yard in the dark. What happened to the woods, where'd they go? It looked like an empty dirt parking lot. Noting the "yard" I ran towards Weasil and we both took off like bats out of hell down the dirt driveway to a lighted area down by the street lamp-lighted road, where I saw a car rental business, still open at 11 at night. There were people getting into a rental with an agent helping them. That I remember and a quick thought of the monster finding them flashed in me brain, but the inside light from a new car parked on the edge of the lot caught my eye and me dread thoughts.

Weasil had whipped open the back door of a new silver coupe and was telling me to get in the front passenger side. I went around and opened the door but the front seat was forward and he had to help me get it in the seating position. All I can remember was me nerves shaking me body as I tried to hurry, me hands fumbling with the seat, and me heart pounding in me throat, because I didn't want that 'thing' to find us. I noted the brown leather seats and the new car smell and realised then and there we were stealing a car!

From the left side backseat, there was a steering wheel and Weasil had put the motor in gear and we set off screeching tyres down the road in the opposite direction of the 'thing'. It did occur to me how odd it was to have a driving column in the backseat but my mind was taken up with the death and destruction we let loose.

"We need to go to the police and tell them that thing be loose," I said as I white knuckled it, Weasil driving on like a speed racer out of control.

"We can't do that Gabby, we just stole a car!" Weasil threw at me.

OMG, we did! We stole a car off a lot and let loose on humanity a monstrous machine capable of destroying anything in its path. Why did we do that? I was in a muck sweat but felt overheated at the same time. It was then I woke up, my heart pounding, the sweat pouring off me as I threw the blankets off me and Tonya.

"What the hell?" She said feeling the sudden chill.

"Sorry, bad dream," I said and threw the blankets over her as I got out of bed to walk around and shake off the terror. I don't know why I had that dream, R. Linda. I hadn't any spicy food to set off those night terror dreams I am so famous for. What the monster signified I had notta clue, and being with Weasil was the only thing that made sense since if this were real, this adventure would certainly be up Weasil's alley.

Why me old abode was featured along with my grandmother's cellar, is a true puzzlement. And the monster, who built it, where did it come from and why was it of a malevolent nature? And worse how did it come to rest in ME house?

All this had me making a cuppa in the kitchen at 3 in the morning as the house slept on. It took me an hour of deep thought, but I think it had to do with Donald Trump, the monster in the basement who suddenly be elected president and I worry about his destructive policies entering into my dream. I thought Weasil because he was at first telling me Trump should be elected until later he changed his mind as he watched and experienced in his own country the Brexit donnybrook and gave me a prophecy that bothered him much that Nigel Farage would be elected Prime Minister one day SOON. He had sheepishly told me I was right, Clinton would have been a better alternative, yet Sanders would have been a better one because of his socialist leanings. I had argued socialism would be the demise of capitalism and he just shook his head reminding me I was brought up in a socialist nation until I left for here. It was only the day before I had this discussion with him and I had to wonder if it influenced me to dream.

I literally shook all this off and went back to bed, the dream over, and had time for quality sleep BUT THAT DIDN'T FREAKING HAPPEN! No sooner had me head hit the pillow than I couldn't sleep for the terror the dream might come back and I felt the need to get up and just walk it off, but I knew dare I move, Tonya would wake up and she wouldn't be pleased. I squeezed my eyes closed and I said the Lord's Prayer over and over hoping it would put me to sleep.

When I was a wee tyke me Mam made me and me sissy say our prayers before we went to bed, and every night I fell asleep in a kneeling position and had to be lifted into bed by me Da. I know respect and all that but I was always knackered by bedtime and to this day, if I say that prayer in church I start to nod. I know, a source of embarrassment especially to me Mam if we are in a crowded church. Anyway, it didn't work, for the first time in my religious life, notta nod came my way UNTIL I heard something in the cellar. It chugged and then roared to life and I lay there my body stiffening with fright. I couldn't move, I was frozen listening to it get louder and I swear it sounded like it was moving. I was staring at the ceiling and thought I could hear better if I closed me eyes. Sure enough, it sounded like it was moving, moving towards the stairs. My terror paralysed me and suddenly I was thrown back in that strange stolen car, Weasil at the wheel in the backseat, me white-knuckling the dash as he drove wildly and it was then when being thrown back in my seat as we flew, yes R. Linda, FLEW over a huge pothole, the young whippersnapper throwing all caution to the wind and taking pothole after pothole in that manner . . . it was then I noticed Bran Stark sitting in the passenger seat where the steering wheel SHOULD have been. He was huge! He was wrapped in that pelt-collared cape and he was looking at me.

"WHAT?" I blurted out at his constant stare.

"Do you have a cat?" He asked, calm as the sky when blue, quite the contrast to my stressed state of fear induced by an overactive imagination for sure!

I furrowed my brow, like WHAT but said, I did, in fact, have two.

"I have a cat." He said to me 'So what' look. "There are no cats where I live, the wolves eat them."

I was more confused as to why he was telling me this.

"So since I can't have two cats, I just rename the one I have." He said smugly.

"I DON'T CARE!" I shouted as we zoomed over a double pothole coming down hard on the pavement, sparks flashing up as we careened onto a bridge WHICH the top was open to let night ships through and that madman in the backseat was stepping on the petrol so we could jump it.

"My cat was named Harry Ignatius, but now he's Alice Plimpton," Bran said like I should know this, but I said nothing just glanced at him and then turned my full attention to the huge looming opening coming up fast as Weaz grunted with the petal to the metal and I felt lift and I grabbed onto the dash tighter, gritting me teeth as airborne, I looked down at the huge gap, the black water roiling beneath and I started the Lord's Prayer. I felt the car shaking as it started coming apart, and I prayed with everything I had until I heard Tonya's voice, "GABE WAKE UP IT IS ONLY A DREAM!"

I was groggy, I was still in that car with all of us in it was falling into that watery hole below, Bran going on about his cat and Weaz intent on steering as we fell down, down, down and suddenly before we hit the water I was fully awake listening to the sound that started all this. I realised the water system was renewing itself, it does that every three or four hours and THAT be what permeated me simpleton brain into a sleep state.

Just recently the system started acting up and I have to call the repair service. I'd been putting it off from sheer laziness, but after last night's violent trip to hell and back I called them first thing this morning.

Gabe
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6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You'd make a great candidate for psychiatric study. I am saying this with much admiration, LOL

Capt Jaack said...

Cappy what no spicy food to cause this hysteria? Mate it must have been something spicy and all that comes to mind is spiced rum. I surmise in my savvy fashion Cappy is tippling before bed? Yo ho ho and a bottle of RUM! LMAO or rather LLAH

mobit22 said...

LMAO I am sooo confused! You had e mi ed nightmares. Monsters, mechanical whatevers chasing you wol es Nd cats, all you need is lions tigers and bears. And a dragon. Clue me in please. Or go back to spicy foods

Gillian said...

O-M-G Too much of that Weasi! Not only does he invade your waking life now he's in your dreams! You're dream adventures are...uh...though provoking? LOLOLOL What are you like?

Gabriel O'Sullivan said...

Thank you for the admiration.

Gabriel O'Sullivan said...

I need the code to your comment so I can READ it properly then I can clue you in.