Bad Dreams by Eck

I’m running, I have to run away.

There are monsters chasing me, gross mixtures of different things mashed together.

They scream, always screaming all the same but all different.

Mummah told me to sing it helps keep the monsters away.

I sing but I can’t hear it over the screams, so I keep running hoping to be free.

They keep gaining on me everything feels wrong when they are close, like I’m going to sleep forever in a nightmare.

I sing the song I heard as a baby it calms me, but the monsters still keep coming.

I can’t run anymore my legs are numb and my insides burn.

The monsters are close now, all I hear is screaming all I can do is scream.

“SCREEEEEEE NUUU NU WAN FOWEBA SWEEPIES NU WAN MUNSTAHS NU WAN BE MUNSTAH!!! “

“Babbeh?! Babbeh wa wong mummah hewe babbeh, mummah gib huggies tu babbeh make babbeh aww betta!”

What? Warmth, love, safety envelope me. Mummah is here but I was just being chased, but now I’m back in my nest with my mummah. She makes me feel so safe.

“Mummah babbeh hab bad dweams.”

“It otay babbeh mummah hewe nu munstah gib babbeh owwies ow foweba sweepies.”

I feel safe, I feel tired, I hear a song and I drift back to sleep.

I hear screams.

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Just a quick short story about dreams songs and monsters. I was inspired heavily if not almost entirely off a podcast I’m listening to for another time called archive 81 if you haven’t I’d suggest checking it out. Very fun and cosmic horror

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meanie dweams am made of dis
who am fwuffy to disagwee?
fwuffy twabewed dah wowwd* an’ dah infinity** watews
ebewybody’s wookin’ fo’ somethin’

some of them wan’ to use ‘ou
some of them wan’ to get used by ‘ou
some of them wan’ to abuse ‘ou
some of them wan’ to be abused

*Hasn’t left the back yard, just forgets where it has been
**Small birdbath used for drinking

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A masterpiece