Babushka Dreams
The faint light in the bathroom woke me. The Librarian was still asleep by my side so who was in the bathroom?The woman stepped out, her naked body silhouetted against the light. She was extremely tall and voluptuous. Her red eyes glowed and she growled hungrily. A wave of fear engulfed me but I remained calm. I knew that I was still asleep.
I forced myself awake.
There was a faint light in the bathroom. The Librarian was still asleep by my side. Was there someone in the bathroom? The woman stepped out, her naked body silhouetted against the light. She was a little taller than me and curvy. Her red eyes glowed with annoyance and she hissed hungrily. A wave of fear engulfed me but I remained calm. I knew that I was still asleep.
I forced myself awake.
It was dark in the bathroom. The Librarian was still asleep by my side. But something was wrong. There was someone else in the room. The woman was standing by the bed, leaning over me. She was small and lithe. Her red eyes glowed angrily and she snarled hungrily. A wave of fear engulfed me but I remained calm. I knew that I was still asleep.
I forced myself awake.
It was dark in the room. The Librarian was still asleep by my side. The clock’s red LEDs glowed 5:00AM. She was small and furry and her claws were digging into my chest. Bloody cat was hungry.
(Yes, I know the nested dolls are called Matryoshka dolls but most people know them as Babushka dolls.)
Such an interesting story. Dreams like this are so intriguing.
I like your new blog layout too, very sleek.
Also, thanks for the link in your sidebar! It’s an honour to be among such well-written blogs.
Such interesting things, dreams. I’m fascinated by the way the mind works. If only I could have a replay of the flying dreams I used to have as a kid.
Thanks for the kind words. And I am glad to link to your blog. You show a lot of talent. Who knows. You could become a great author and I can say “I have a link to his blog you know”. 🙂
Weirdly, I was always told they were called Russian Dolls!
I agree with the weirdness of dreams. I had one the other night which I would mention, but on the off chance that my wife was to ever venture over here…it is best left off of the public domain!
Ah yes. Those types of dreams. Have them often, myself. Agreed that such dreams are best kept in the Blogosphere of the mind. Not having a dog, unfortunately, I wouldn’t have the luxury of a doghouse to sleep in.