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As In Dreams...
A waking nightmare teaches a father important lessons.
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As In Dreams...

I never get these kinds of phone calls at work.
Your daughter's missing - and with that the world faded away.
My supervisor took one look at my dead face, the receiver plastered to the side of my head
and stepped to one side, he pointed to the door and commanded, "GO - Now!"

I moved like a man walking across the bottom of a lake of molasses,
as in dreams of dark things you run knowing full well
you'll never get away, the Thing will get you because your feet just won't go!
"C'mon!" you shout, looking over your shoulder, sensing it's presence gaining on you.

You see the doorway just up ahead, if I can only make it through, it'll not catch me
and then you do and normal gravity returns and you burst into the living room.
"Where is she?" My whole life and the object of all my love, all my dreams
of light things, of bright futures and hope filled lifetimes, missing.

Dear wife, face twisted in pain, gnarled by torturous uncertainty and dread
sits motionless at the table, I can't speak, her face tolls volumes to my soul.
And the dreams of dark things return, the monster wasn't after me
but my Tabitha, oh my dear little girl, my dreams of light things,

dashed by violent and tumultuous breakers on the horrifying
razor sharp edges of reality's jagged jetty as life's tide comes
rushing in to swamp me, pulling me out, a rip tide and in it's grip I wrestle
against the terror that has dug claws into my soul, drawing me down, screaming - no! NOOO...

Fading again the dream leaves me in my disheveled, sweat soaked bed, sunlight pours over my wife asleep by me.
I launch up, outward heaving covers across the room, to sprint,
clutching my dreams of light things,
I burst into her room.
A silken strand tumbles gently, quietly down her closed eyed face,
serene and peaceful in pristine beatific slumbers,
as shaken by sobbing I lay my head on her bedside
and watch the darkening storm clouds gathering outside her window.

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