Nightmare

In my worst nightmare i was being chased by something. The dream was almost completely black, only shadows and this creature after me. It chased me through a house and finally caught up with me. I was terrified as it spun me around.

When i looked at its face, it was my own.

she was sleek and black and faster than she had a right to be. i buried my face in her mane and let her carry me thru the tongues of fire and reaching demon hands. in the morning i awoke with my eyes gritty and the taste of copper in my mouth. she was gone, of course, and so were the flames and the demons. i stood up slowly, prepared to be bored.

I can't put it any better than Blackie did.

"Touch that remote and you die! Now that I've got your attention, here's the deal. See those two people? That's Frank, and that's Fay. Strangers when they met, turns out
they've got a lot in common. Both died on the same night, both ended up in the same body of water, and both took refuge in the same all-night cafe. Me, I run the place.
Name's Blackie. Been here from the beginning. Now, I know I said Frank and Fay were dead, but the cafe needed a new cook and waitress, so it gave them a second
chance at life. They do their job, they get to stick around and help unsuspecting customers turn their lives around. 'Course, anything can happen to those who wander in -
their worst nightmares, or their forbidden dreams. Yeah, it all happens here...in this little place we call the Nightmare Cafe."

i woke in the middle of the night and realized that i had a dream that i was shot on the right side of the head. in the dream i heard a loud noise felt warm blood ozzing and went blank.

even the most beautiful dream can turn into a nightmare. actually especially beautiful dreams turn to nightmares, just because you do not expect that.

Frank turned to Fay and said, »Fay, Ray, whoever you are, identity's not a problem if you're self-sufficient and big as a city bus!«

Fay brandished her rolling pin and said nothing.