Better Than Nightmares
nightmares started shortly after we inherited a fortune from my in-laws. I would
go to sleep and immediately go into a
dream in which my late in-laws tortured me.
Before the first dreams, I had started to adjust to a life of leisure
and luxury, but it didn’t last long.
These were not like normal nightmares, they were completely
realistic. I heard all of the words
spoken by me and my tormenters. I felt
all of the pain inflicted on me. To try
to make sense of it, I wrote all of it down.
first night I was just continuously insulted by my former father-in-law Grayson
Jennings. His remarks are imprinted in
miserable pig, what makes you think that you could possibly deserve my
daughter. If she hadn’t gone slumming
with bad boys, she never would have gotten pregnant, and ended up married to
you. After that, you had her get an
abortion which caused her to be infertile.
She’ll never have a chance to have a baby with a real man, now that you
ruined her life. What do you have going
for you, a little muscle and a glib line?
Once she was stuck with you, you treated her like dirt. Maybe you never
left any marks, but you
didn’t mind twisting her arm a little, maybe slapping her from time to time. She
was so ashamed, Mandy and I could not talk
her into leaving you.”
bad old man. She’s stuck with me, I’ve got your money and
you are dead”, sleeping me said.
are worse things than being dead, as you will find out”, responded dream
first night could be chalked up to guilt or an upset stomach, but it seemed
that dead Grayson knew things that he should not have known. I wasn’t
too upset; I thought it was a
started with my late mother-in-law, Mandy.
is so funny that your name is Duke. You
are about the furthest from royalty imaginable.
Were you even able to get our daughter Jessie pregnant, or was that one
of your friends when she was drunk. I
know that all of the sluts that you hang out with wouldn’t get in bed with you
if they weren’t drunk or high. You don’t
have manhood, you have boyhood. Are you
stupid enough to think that all of the quack doctors with their pills and
surgery will do you any good?”
had no response.
the morning, I started to be really worried, because I hadn’t actually called
any doctors yet, but I had been looking at ads on the internet. My jaw was really
sore, and I didn’t know
why. I hadn’t been physically abused in
my dream – yet.
Jessie hadn’t noticed any disturbance during my sleep.
I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did.
At night my in-laws didn’t talk, they tag-teamed me. I was unable
to respond to their kicks,
elbows, slaps. All I could do was yell
at them to stop, but they acted as if I had said nothing, they just kept
the beginning of the dream torture, Jessie noticed bruises and welts all over
my body. She thought I had hurt myself
sleepwalking, and there was no way I would tell her the truth.
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nights I would wake up bleeding, sometimes I would have contusions, I never
knew what would happen, but it was always bad.
I can tell you, take the verbal torture, words don’t hurt like fists do.
Pliers and knives are worse than fists.
know my worst fears. One night they are
all friendly and we go for a walk. It
was a beautiful day. We come to a cliff
and I am slowly pushed to the edge and then thrown down. I scream all the way
to the bottom. After a little time in extreme agony I wake
up sore in every part of my body.
night started friendly, at a picnic. We
were having barbeque. Just before we
started eating, Grayson squirted me with lighter fluid and threw a match on me. As
I went up in flames, everyone laughed.
gave up and went to a doctor who guaranteed that he could stop my dreams. He
prescribed six different pills. He wanted to tell me about the side effects,
but all I could hear was “No more dreams.”
sleep is great. I’m back to my old
life. I’ve just got a minor tremor in my
left arm, probably the side effect doc talked about. I can live with that after
what I’ve been
got to fill out some forms and am having a little trouble remembering my social
security number. No biggie, I’ll just
look it up.
anymore pretend. Stumbel, no
reemebre. Say doc med stuf. Nitmare
or zomby. Take zomby.
Not last much. Wish no burn
Appeared in Jitter Press