The Laughing Wolf

Weird Dreams Of A Saturday Night

Dreams are supposed to be (wished to be) a place of escape, of refuge from the storm. Not so mine, at least on the surface. Saturday night found me being executed.

I was hauled into a room, a chamber of some sort and strapped into a chair-like thing. I was terrified, and had started to panic during the walk in. I don't want to die, I don't want to end, what if this is all that there was? Then, I got a hold of myself and bucked up. They would not see me grovel, fight, or panic. I would show them how a man dies.

There was cap with sponge placed upon my head, and my legs were strapped so my bare feet rested on an iron bar. So, it was to be electrocution, and painfully done at that. The bar would not guarantee good contact, so it would take a while and hurt like hell while it happened. They wanted an example, to degrade me. The chair-like thing suddenly swiveled and moved so that I was upside down, feet up, and then it started.

Maybe it was a refuge, a reminder after all. For when the show was over, I found myself still myself, but beyond. A reminder at the most basic level of the subconscious that something awaits. A message worth getting, but it did not make for a great Saturday night.

LW