I was surrounded by fog in a surreal town which seemed to have the essence of a city street during the 1930's. The town had brick roads and was awash in dark colors of slate and black. I was being escorted by a picturesque white woman. Her brown hair was neatly twisted from the top of her forehead to the nape of her neck, eventually gathering into a bun. She wore an ankle length blue dress with a small ruffle from shoulder, to décolletage, to shoulder. At her waist, a thin belt cinched her garment.
Soon, she was daintily leading me around a Victorian neighborhood lined with leafless, black-barked trees, as she pointed to open windows of the different shops along the street. It felt as though she were giving me a tour in a museum.
I followed her in my ankle-length gown with which I wore an orange Peter-Pan fashioned leather hat with a matching belt and shoes. My orange leather shoes had large gold buckles on them; I thought I looked nice.
As we walked down the road, we noticed another woman, kneeling down amongst a group of small dogs she must have been walking. She was talking to them with a soft voice as she ruffled their ears lovingly.
The lady in the blue dress smiled and encouraged me to talk to the other lady with the group of little dogs. I go to the lady with the dogs and kneel down to join her. I laughed and started small talk with the woman as we petted her several pure-breaded companions.
For a brief moment as I talked to the lady with the dogs, I looked past her into a store window behind her. In it, I see the body of a Victorian woman, sitting on a red velvet chair behind the glass. I do not see the head of the strange lady. It was hard for me to make out whether she was a manikin or a live woman sitting there watching, for she was shrouded in a shadow from her collar bones up. Her hands sat, fingers entiwined, on her lap. The vision sent a chill up my spine.
The lady in the blue dress took my attention away from the window, as she approached with a smile on her face. Trying to forget what I had just seen, I then turned to speak to the other lady with the dogs. As she began to speak, she suddenly froze; her eyes grew wide and dilated into black marbles, and her face in an expression of blank shock.
Then, as though her brain had been removed from her body, her hand froze while her head slowly bowed towards the dog she had been petting. Soon her body followed, crumbling towards the ground.
Almost in correlation with the woman petting it, the small dog froze for a moment as it too, started deflating towards the floor. Tense, I looked at them, and then realized that the other small dogs followed the progression; blank stare and then an eerie winding towards the ground.
In a panic, I turned toward the woman in blue who was at my other side by then, only to find that her face had also grown pale, eyes dilated into wide black marbles as the other lady's eyes had done. Again, the lady in blue drooped very slowly towards the ground as lifeless as a rag doll. As I watched her body droop, my eyes caught a pair of evil and angry eyes of a small dog at my knee.
Its throat let out a rumbling snarl as it stared. Slowly, the other dogs removed themselves from their blank trances and began focusing on me. Beginning to growl viciously, they shifted their bodies, getting ready to pounce as they bared their supernaturally large and pointed teeth. They were getting ready to attack me!
I tried to swing my arms in an attempt to bat them away, but I could not move. I tried to scream at them, but I could not scream. I realized my body was beginning to droop toward the ground uncontrollably as the other ladies before me. I screamed with all my might to regain control...
And with an audible groan, I woke up, my mind still in a phase of fighting.
I looked around me...I was in my apartment. I looked for my cats and they were nowhere. I looked farther into the kitchen, and there they were. I was relieved.
Seeing me get up, they hungrily meowed and rubbed against me lovingly.
It was just a nightmare. I thanked God.
I turned on the television in an attempt to lull me back to sleep since it was only 4am. As you can imagine, sleep came very slowly.
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