The Sandman

My girlfriend and I were talking the other night.

"I have powers that are greater than those of mortal men." she said, jokingly.
"Yeah, I'll say you do!" I shot back.

"No, not that, silly. I'll bet that I can tap into my power source."
"Your what?" I asked, trying not to laugh in her face.

"All of us have a innate ability to make things happen that we desire. This can occur whether we know it, or not." She was more serious in her tone. Then, she added, "Only a few of us really know how to understand, and harness this power."

"What makes you so smart all of a sudden?"
Even after I asked this question, I couldn't help but admire her: Beauty, brains, and a spiritual side.
I had to admit, I was turned on...
again.
But she was still in her 'different' mood.

I had to say it.
"Well then, I'll be convinced if you'll become a witch."

"What kind?" came the unexpected answer.
"Huh?" I questioned, growing impatient, but went on. "A witch is a witch is a witch."

"A good witch, or a bad witch?" She smiled jokingly again, as she went further.
"There's the Blair Witch, The Red Witch, Broom Hilda, Witch Hazel, Bewitched, Sabrina The Teenage Witch, The Witches Of Eastwick, The Wicked Witch Of The West, Glenda The Good Witch, The Witches Of Salem..."
"Whoa, whoa, alright already. I get the point!" I interrupted. "Just a witch that is as good as you would be fine."
I nuzzled close to her, giving her a kiss.

She smiled brightly at me, then said, "O.K. then, how 'bout a dream?"
"You want me to dream for you?"
"I want a dream."
"Yeah, but you already know how to dream."
She heaved a sigh.
"I want one of your dreams."
She hummed the familiar tune.
I still didn't get it.

All I could say is that I'm glad I didn't get her drunk this time.
She probably would have jumped out the window.
I made one request of my own: "How about something that's real?"
I then kissed her again, and found myself fast asleep.






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The next morning, I awoke refreshed, yet still very conscious of the discussion we had. We didn't press the issue, but from the stares she gave me throughout the day, it was on her mind.

A few days went by, and it was soon forgotten. No mention of a dream or dreams or witches or any unique power for that matter.
That is, until one day, when I looked at my hands...

They looked blurred, and pale-gray. They felt delicate, and very fragile.
When I touched both hands together, they dissolved into sand!
I had to run!
I looked in the mirror. "What's happening to me?"

The sand started creeping up my flesh like a lecherous, fungal disease.
It wouldn't stop!
My body was quickly broken down into tiny particles!


Like sand through the hour glass...


I couldn't let her see me like this! But time was running out!
I ran to the door, but I had become a mole-hill full of sand!

Just then, my girlfriend walked in, and picked up something off the sandy surface.
She opened her hand of sand, and there was my ALL SEEING EYE STARING DIRECTLY AT HER!



AHHHHHH!!!



My eye passed through her hand as she ran.


Where are you going, my darling?
You can't run, and now you can't hide.
Come to me, my sweet. Come inside your spell.
Scream as loud as you want.

"Help me! Help me! My God, somebody help me! Please!!"


My powerful woman.


Run in place for as long as you want.



Feel the warm sand rush up inside your body.




"Help!! I'm sinking fast!! HELLUUMPH, helluum..."






We are now as one.