He started right where he left off last night. The driveway didn’t look like a driveway that he had ever seen, it was just two rough grooves in the lawn. He walked down it. The red glow was still out there and it was still night. As he grew closer, he started hearing sounds. That was super freaky because he hadn’t heard any sounds at all from anywhere in this whole dream. And he’d had this dream every night for the last several months.
A low whining, like babies crying, like a whole bunch of babies crying. But it wasn’t like real sound. It was like with every footstep I took closer towards the red glow, someone was turning the volume up. Sound wasn’t working right, it was going up way too fast.
It was a fire, and there were people around it, doing some kind of dance or something. It looked like a weird ceremony from a lost tribe in the middle of nowhere or something. he imagined the tribe people of some ancient forest, it was so weird. They were all dancing around the fire and a huge totem pole. A Totem pole of a snake with arms.
He stopped and watched them. This was really too weird. The men all had on dog coats or something, with the dog heads still on them, like those old Roman soldiers, with wolves heads as hats. Creepy as fuck. Sorry. Not supposed to say fuck. Mom gets really angry when I cuss like she does.
They were going in a circle, really slowly, arms down to the ground, and then they spun left, then raised their arms up and spun again.
He made myself stop walking because he realized that he was still getting closer without realizing it. He told his feet: “stop moving” but they didn’t. He was walking towards the fire without wanting to.
The totem pole slowly turned and looked at him. It was massive with long gangly arms and blank eyes. It reached out its hands…
Nick woke up and ran to the bathroom just in time to vomit into the toilet. Weird cereal chips like raisin bran came spilling out along with a gray sludge. He vomited again and this time it was more of the same. The stench was horrendous which made him vomit even more until there was nothing left to vomit. Snot ran down his nose and tears from his eyes as he spooled the toilet paper off by the meter, pawing away all the mess. He flushed again and again, trying to get the smell to go away, but it lingered.
Shaking, he went to the medicine cabinet to get mouthwash and purge the taste away. Salty tears made him close his eyes as he undid the bottle and took a big swig. Rinsing, he felt a little better. Placing the bottle down, he wiped his face with the hand towel. He put the bottle back and closed the door to the medicine cabinet.
It was three in the morning when his mother came running in to find Nick, screaming at the top of his lungs and peeling his face off. Underneath the smooth skin of a human child, lay that of a snake man.
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