BadDream

Bad Dream

I was teaching you the significance of the stars; we sat on alien red dirt and watched the sky.

Suddenly we saw chaos move like lightning through the constellations; a ljving spirit black as a hole, larger than the moon, unexplainable.

You began screarrung at the sky, threw rocks at the chaos, were crying: "What does it mean?"

The chaos churned like nausea inside my head; I was on my knees, pulling out hair, as if it would remove the madness in the sky.

There were others nearby; they saw the chaos too. They were writhing in the dirt, howling and clawing at the air; no one understood the awful apparition except me, I knew what it was, but said nothing.

Then I woke up.

Natalee Maynes