WordPress Daily Prompt: Just a Dream 2

You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.

There are doors and doors. Some doors are square, some rectangular and some open into a dark dismal path of no return. You can dream of these doors, knowing that when you open one there might be a monster behind it. There was a dream once with a tangly wiggly frumerous dankly of cubletigated frigerous chumbles. Yes, behind the door a Jabberwock was lurking, spoiling the drudgerous thoughts of an innocent sleeping victim. I called upon the bandersnatch who killed the jabberwock with one swipe of its fladdly blade. With what? Yes reader and fellow bloggers, there was no vorpal sword to help. The slithy toves were using it to open the next door. And so I progressed to the next door.

The handle was slippery, as if a slimy hand had tried to open the door. I looked and found it was my hand and remembered I should not eat jello before trying to open doors in dreams. It could become very complicated. A hand gave me a damp cloth to wipe off the slime from my hands and the door handle. A hand? I took a closer look as this hand was very cold and sharp. It was a bony hand, with two fingers missing. Where was I, I did not like this dream, but now I could turn the slimy door handle. There was a shriek, a hollow laugh, and something moved across the hairs on my head. I shivered, it was a friendly spider. He was friendly because he moved on and did not stay. There was a distant rumble, a severed head tumbled to the ground on the rails. I found myself in the ghost train of the international union of ghost drivers.

“Hello” said a voice “would you like to go for a ride? I can only sell you a one way ticket, but it is the best way to go, illuminated by the fires of hell and the cauldron of unknown destinations. You will love it.”

“Huh, I am not sure.”

“You are not sure, you have to be sure. It is not everyone that can take this eternal ride. The last human that joined us is still travelling, he loves it, especially the downhill run.”

“It goes down?”

“Yes it goes up and down, we have to keep it interesting otherwise people would not join us. We are only charging two souls today, special price, two for one.”

“Two for one what?”

“Do not ask, the seat is still warm, I just have to clean it first of all. Blood stains are not a good encouragement for our guests.”

“I think I made a mistake. Sorry to bother you, where is the door out?”

“We don’t do doors out usually, but you can try this one” and he pointed to a trapdoor between the rails. “You must be quick, the next train is coming down the track soon.”

I decided to grab the chance when I could and pulled the ring in the door. This was not such a good idea, it was the third door and I felt myself falling into an endless space. This time there was no return, it was the third door, and according to the dreamland special from WordPress it was my last choice. With a squelch I landed on a table. My WordPress t-shirt was ruined, covered in brown stains. At least it was not blood. I took a taste and found it to be chocolate flavoured. I had an omen of something evil, a recurring nightmare that had been following me for some time.

I hear metallic peals of laughter, I saw reflections in the dark. This was the end of a horror trip. Gleaming pairs of artificial eyes were staring, and there was a murmur which was becoming louder. Voices were calling in unison

“We love chocolate cake, we love chocolate cake, we love Angloswiss chocolate cake.”

I realised this door lead to the infinite torture. Someone put the lights on and they stared in my direction: it was the Wordy den, the place that no-one goes in their right mind. I left and returned to the ghost train, but the driver was holding his bony hand out for a soul. In the meanwhile I could not remember where I had put my soul, and so I took shelter in Jabberwocky, but it was brillig and I was pelted with momraths and jujub tree fruit. Then I awoke.

I was back to the present day, still trying to think what I should write for a repeat prompt I once wrote on 20th December 2012 where I was being chased by a slimy fish

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WordPress Daily Prompt: Just a dream

You're having a nightmare and have to choose between three doors. Pick one and tell us about what you find on the other side.

“If it is anything I hate it is a dream where everything goes in circles and being chased by a monster fish. Look, three doors, now which one shall I choose, right left or middle. That fish is getting nearer and it stinks and no, I am not running in a circle again to get away from it. I do not care which door, just shove and throw myself in, anything is better than a smelly fish chasing me to infinity.”

The middle door started to open slowly and I jumped into it, well I actually landed flat on my face, but without the monster fish, although I could hear something flapping on the outside of the door. I had a look round in the room but it was completely dark, no light. I saw six bright lights shining in the dark, organised in three pairs. Something was very familiar with this situation.

“Can someone please switch the lights on?”

“No problem Mrs. Human, but we felines just do not need light. And where is the fish we ordered?”

It was Nera the chief cat, one of the cats that allows me to live with them. The light was switched on and I also saw Tabby and Fluffy, the other members of the feline household.

“Nera, I am glad to see you, at last rescued. I am being chased by a smelly oversized fish and I am sure it wants to enter this room. What are you felines doing here? This is my dream.”

“No, Mrs. Human” said Tabby “it is our dream.”

“Of course it is Mrs Human” Fluffy joined in. "We decided on a mutual dream today, but something seems to be wrong. We dreamt up a monster fish for dinner, not one of those mini tuna portions you serve from the tin, but something for us to get our teeth into.”

“Just a minute, then what am I doing in your fishy feline dream. I was having a simple, straight forward human nightmare. I don’t need cats to start organising my nocturnal life. You organise enough when I am awake.”

Nera took a step forward, utilising all four paws and began to speak. No problem, but when Nera spoke, there was no discussion.

“It seems Mrs. Human, that someone was interfering with our mutual dream. I suspect it was Rosti, the big ginger tomcat that lives across the field. There were three doors, Mrs. Human, and you were definitely not supposed to choose this door. Rosti wanted to cash in on our big fish dream, but we told him to dream behind the door on the right and that is where he is. We kept the door on the left reserved for humans. Mrs. Human you have now gate crashed on our party. Please leave and move to the door on the left. And while you are going, leave the door open to enable the fish to enter. It belongs to our dream dinner.”

“Nera I definitely did not want to meet three felines when I sleep. I have enough to do with you all day. And being chased by a slimy smelly oversized aquatic monster is not my idea of a peaceful night. Something must have gone wrong with your dream sequence. One of you felines dreamt me into your dream, so who was it.”

Two pairs of feline eyes turned to Fluffy.

“Ok, I admit. I thought it might be fun to have Mrs. Human in our dream. She is very good at cleaning our cat tray. She could also make sure we have fresh water in our bowl” said Fluffy.

“Fluffy, you are the youngest and are still in the apprenticeship phase. You are not supposed to start thinking, I do the thinking here. I am the chief cat Nera and Tabby is my assistant, if I might be absent on a bird or mouse hunt. Fluffy cats should be seen and not heard, remember you are only grade one in telepathy. Now we have the problem, Mrs. Human is our servant and appears in our dream. Think of the consquences. We will be the laugh of the feline neighbourhood.“

Nera always has the last word.

“Can someone wake me up from this feline nightmare?”

“No problem Mrs. Human” and Tabby gave me a scratch to prove the point. I was awake and had an imprint of claws on my arm to prove it. I fell out of the door being passed by a sloppy stinky fish on the way out and turned my head to see my three cats sink into a peaceful sleep, laying on a fish.