Hi People, This is your Morbid Host speaking. I want you to know that this has been a very Odd time. Unfortunately, none of you sent me anything. Oh well, I have the end to Nightmare here for you, and this is the end of the session... goodbye.

Nightmare: (conclusion)

Strange commands are given me
"Take this disk to my leader
from there he'll know what to do!"
And I must comply in order to live.

Compliantly defying
I insert it in my computer
I find a weapon of great force
And through the screen, I grab it.

As I use the digital weapons
I supply my family to help.
We fight off our suppressors
But we never win.

Uselessly my family fought
Unknowing of the futility of their position
Under many desks they hid
With blasters ready in their hands.

I hid in the doorway
A tunnel for escape was nearby
Waiting in the office for return
Looking & searching for a clear shot.

 

 

Before I could act

They could find us.
Into the tunnel
I fled.

My family

Rounded up like cattle.

And were herded

To their butcher shop.

My name was called
Said they'd kill my family
If I didn't come.
I came to stop the murders.
Once I fired

And missed.
"Throw down your weapons,
"'r I'll kill your sis'"

I comply
They shoot at me

And hit
You step from the darkness
as I awake.

"How's your head?" You ask
"You seem to have recovered well
The swelling has gone down a lot!"
And I wonder if I'm dreaming.

"Is it really you!"

"In the flesh."

"But..."
"Shh! Save your strength
You need it for recovery!"

"How..."

"I found you lying on the floor,
Your head a watermelon,
and I rushed you to the emergency room."

"Why..."

"When we fought
The heat of our argument
must have stimulated the unused muscles in your forehead and neck
By rushing too much blood to them
And tried to balance that out
By stopping your blood flow all together

You turned to leave my room
Then changed your mind
"Gio,
I'm sorry I responded like that
As an actress, I should have been more forgiving
When you said it was a play."

"Don't be.
I should have known

It would hurt you
I would never want to do that to you."

Then you left the room
And I felt a rattling inside me
My sinuses itched and made me sneeze
& as the sneeze was exhaled

And brought me back to my slumber
I felt an electric pulse run through me
And I saw the bullet, shot from my mouth!
Cylinder in grey
On the floor.

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