Michael dreams of pursuit by formless shapes
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Michael awoke, sore and woolly-headed, when his alarm beeped. Michael hit the snooze button after two tones. He couldn't get up yet. First he needed to shake the nightmare he had dreamed the night before. He had not gotten to sleep quickly, and when he did, he had woken up about every half hour. Finally, he dropped off to a deep sleep, which was when the nightmare started.
He didn't remember many specifics, only that there were three formless, evil shapes which, Michael knew in his dream, had the power of destroying everything they touched, including him. Not destroying, exactly, but annihilating-if they caught him, Michael would cease to exist so completely that it would be like he had never been. He had run from them, of course, except that the faster he pumped his legs the more he realized that he wasn't running on anything, that he was suspended in space and the shapes were gaining.
Just before the shapes consumed him, Michael suddenly knew that it was a dream and that he could wake himself up. Everything melted away and after a terrible moment of paralysis, Michael opened his eyes and he was in his dorm room, the clock reading 8:30 in the morning. It took about fifteen minutes before the world seemed normal again.
He felt like he hadn't slept at all. His knees and elbows ached. The clock beeped again, which meant it was now eight-forty. Michael switched the alarm off and swung his legs out of bed. He had just enough time to get the dining hall for breakfast.
Michael awoke, sore and woolly-headed, when his alarm beeped. Michael hit the snooze button after two tones. He couldn't get up yet. First he needed to shake the nightmare he had dreamed the night before. He had not gotten to sleep quickly, and when he did, he had woken up about every half hour. Finally, he dropped off to a deep sleep, which was when the nightmare started.
He didn't remember many specifics, only that there were three formless, evil shapes which, Michael knew in his dream, had the power of destroying everything they touched, including him. Not destroying, exactly, but annihilating-if they caught him, Michael would cease to exist so completely that it would be like he had never been. He had run from them, of course, except that the faster he pumped his legs the more he realized that he wasn't running on anything, that he was suspended in space and the shapes were gaining.
Just before the shapes consumed him, Michael suddenly knew that it was a dream and that he could wake himself up. Everything melted away and after a terrible moment of paralysis, Michael opened his eyes and he was in his dorm room, the clock reading 8:30 in the morning. It took about fifteen minutes before the world seemed normal again.
He felt like he hadn't slept at all. His knees and elbows ached. The clock beeped again, which meant it was now eight-forty. Michael switched the alarm off and swung his legs out of bed. He had just enough time to get the dining hall for breakfast.
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- 1989 A Novel: Tim and April walk to the liquor store
- Volume III: Helen meets Roxy for coffee at the Fremont College coffee shop
- Volume III: Tim walks back from Contemporary American Fiction
- Volume III: Helen conducts section, can’t prevent Michael from being dissed
- Volume III: Helen conducts section (HSZ version)