the cat killed curiosity ·
25 August 04

Two quite strange and contrasting dreams, one which displayed annoyance and other which displayed fear and took the shape of a pretty weird sci-fi nightmare. It provided a strange end.

I told the President to get an M07 computer. He told his people, and his people ordered the computer. When the computer arrived at the air field, it was in a container of which the top part was a lush, sky blue, and the bottom was a dull creamy white. The container was in a crate which had the words “special delivery” stamped across it’s sides.

The scientists each grabbed a crow and started breaking the create apart. The President, his people and I sat on the grass and watched as these morons took apart the crate. When it was finally done, I slapped my forehead, looked at the President and muttered, “Fucking idiot”.

He looked at me and spoke in his rather amusing voice,

“But it was not my fault. I told them to send a M0 something, and they went and got the wrong one.”

“What did you tell them to get? Go on? Tell me specifically what you told them to get.”

“The, er, M0…er…[mutters under his breath]”

“Oh fuck off. Why do I bother? Seeing as you don’t listen or don’t understand, fuck I don’t even know which is worse!”

Angry and annoyed, I starting making my way back to office. We walk across this semi-circular white, dusty road, It’s been raining and the dust has turned into a slime of sorts. I’m ahead of everyone, still pissed off, as I turn back I see the President in his little buggy car thing, and on another is the M06. He shouts, “I have a solution”.

The President makes an address to the world.

“Dear people of the world,

It is the saddest duty today that I announce something quite tragic. The other day I sat in my office, and thought about the computer games I would be playing on my shiny new computer. With the assistance of my aids, I chose something that would not only allow me to play the latest and greatest titles from every format out today, it would also be future proof.

As you understand, I knew immediately when things went wrong. Today the computer arrived, and do you know what it was? Was it the one I ordered or asked for? No it was not. Was it this year’s latest model? No it was not.

So what was it? It was the M0….er….[aid whispers] the M06! [crowd gasps in horror, President notices and plays the role of a victim].

Oh how I cried, people of the world. The tears rolled down my cheeks, the collected the dirt trapped between my wrinkles, accumulated through the waiting and waiting on that field today. My tears encouraged tears from others, we held each other, in sadness and looked up at the sky and asked God, ‘Why!?’.

At that point I heard God’s voice and he said to me, ‘Blame someone!’. My dear Lord had saved me! I have salvation! So it’s my joy to blame someone else for the error. It’s easier than anything else isn’t it? So, I pick….you, that guy with the blue tie and slightly receding hair. Yes, people of this world, the man to blame is that guy over their!”

The cat extended it’s claws and looked up at the empty wall, with the only frame remaining. It seemed to observe the empty spaces, the white clean spaces, the only two in the room where objects no longer resided.

The crowd gasps and pick up their chairs. Fear is set in the man’s eyes as he tries to understand the lunatic mob that is about to take his life. The President does a moon walk on stage and grabs his privates a la MJ shouting, “Ow!” As he walks off he is singing, “You know I’m bad! I’m bad. You know it…” to the sounds of a screaming man being murdered by the audience in the room. I stand there, watching, shaking my head in disbelief.

I talk to the audience and ask,

“Hi, I’m from British TV, would mind telling me what you thought of the President’s speech?”

“I’m sorry, but you’re an asshole!” says one.

“I do not talk to people who are not American, we can’t trust you!” says another.

“My thoughts are that he should have sang Barry Manilow instead” replies the last person I ask.

In the crowd I see my last boss. She sees me and says,

“You know, I’m sorry it happened the way it did. I understand now that what we did….”

I wait hesitantly for an apology, thinking it’s about to come after all this time. Here I am, a moment I have waited for all this!

”...was for your benefit. I understand how it’s helped and perhaps if you would like to return, we could get you in.”

Oh dear God! Back? There? And no apology? I just nodded and grunted, shrugging my shoulders in the process. What was more insulting, the non-apology or the offer to return to hell? Perhaps a bit of both. I decided instead to go back to the airfield.

As I sat there, I came to a decision to go back home. I started jogging along the dirty, white, slimy road and headed across to the other side. As I jogged, I felt the need to run, and I couldn’t stop myself. I ran and ran, until everything was a blue.

[zz93]

By the time I slowed down, and yet still ran rather quickly, I was avoiding cars from 80s as I crossed the roads to get to school. I almost hit a few cars as I ran towards them, and they didn’t bother to stop to indicate whether they were going left or right. It caused a minor fright, as crossing each road meant it was a death trap. I saw all the other school kids walking to school, and I couldn’t understand why they were running, didn’t they want to get there quickly? Didn’t they want to know things sooner rather than later? Why were they so slow?

Around the time I got to my destination, it was some sort of hospital. The corridors were dark and murky, looking rather depressing. There was little in the way of lighting, and the air vents were lighted with red.

Something was strange as I sat in the corridor, on the leather sofa. People were running around, wounded or just waiting for the loved ones. The doors were all metal shutters that opened sideways. I heard the “schoop” of the door to the right. That part of the room was like an indent to the rest, the only part of the room that looked out of place. Out of their, a man ran, as he did he tripped and fell on the nurses tray as she took the tools over to another room.

“Run! Run, it’s some kind of fucking monster! It’s killed them. It’s killed everyone!” he screamed, as the blood trickled down into his mouth, and I wondered if he would become HIV positive instead of being killed by a monster. Perhaps the monster that would kill him would be metaphorical.

I decided to go in the room he exited, and as I did so, everyone behind me disappeared. There was only me. I walked through the corridor, and saw another nurses tray, complete with tools. I rolled it to the side, as I carried on down this winding corridor to the left. The door was ajar with the corpse of the patient. His eyes bulging, and still moving, looking at me.

His mouth was locked in a scream, be he didn’t seem to be able to say anything. The eyes just rolled at me, and I wondered if this was some reaction from being dead. Around the sockets, blood began to drip, and then I heard scuttling.

The body was dragged back, and I hesitantly decided to make my own escape. As I headed back across the winding corridor, I heard the scuttling become faster, and harder. I ran down the corridor, and locked the door by pressing the button that resided next to it. I could see some sort of pine tree like tentacles that had grown through the vents, illuminated by the red light, looking devilishly evil.

It’s easier than anything else isn’t it? So, I pick….you, that guy with the blue tie and slightly receding hair. Yes, people of this world, the man to blame is that guy over their!

Out of one of the vents came….a cat. It walked across the floor, dominantly, towards me. I know this would perhaps be my doom. Still, I decided to climb on top of the sofa. I then climbed upon the back of the sofa, where you normally rest your head, as it was lined up against the wall.

The cat walked under the table, and jumped on to the seat. I took the first framed picture on the wall, and smashed it on the cat’s head. When it looked at me, it growled, but the face seemed almost human. The teeth, the eyes, the cheeks.

I grabbed the next framed picture, and smashed that on the cat’s head again. It didn’t move this time, looked up and grinned. I couldn’t reach the last frame, and realised, this was probably it. The cat extended it’s claws and looked up at the empty wall, with the only frame remaining. It seemed to observe the empty spaces, the white clean spaces, the only two in the room where objects no longer resided. It attempted to climb the wall, jumping up and clawing it’s way towards me. I jerked back, as it dropped back down to the sofa.

There was silence in the room. The only noise being my own fear, the sweat beads dripping on to the sofa seat with a dull thud. I could fell an agonising scream within me, but I couldn’t let it out. Who would listen, as there was no one here? The cat prepared itself for the second jump, and leaped in the air.

As it went for me, I shut my eyes. I woke up rather abruptly, as if someone had shook my shoulder. I literally felt the presence of another hand on my shoulder, and came out of the dream. Of course, it wasn’t another hand, but some how my body had used my right hand, reached over to my left shoulder an shook me awake. The whole sensation of the last part of the dream made my heart beat repeatedly, and fear run though my body.

I then made myself a sandwich. It was good.