The Night Terror of March 17

What do we do. What do we do. What is going on. Where are we doing. Why are we even doing this. What do we do. Aimless thinking. Planning without direction. Done. "Let's go here!" She excitedly suggests. But why? Why would we go there. A western style building, wooden pillars across the porch, stood in the near distance, glowing faintly from the dim torches mounted on its walls. It stood back in the darkness. We stand in the parking lot outside. OK! We run hurriedly toward the structure. What is holding me back. I slow. She runs on. "Come on!" Wait. I must run. Something is very strange. She comes back to me as I back away. I look around bewildered. There is something very horrible about this place. It's getting blacker. Darker. Evil. I try to kiss her and hold her in my arms. But she shrinks, ages backward, into a small infant. Lips touch, and I am confused, scared, and mystified. What. Is. This. I set the infant down and wonder. People in that car. What are they doing. Three of them. Threesome. I look in disgust. They return the stare, and the faces shapeshift into frightening, demonic expressions. The eyes stretch back and sink in, darkness swallows their being, mouths widen and turn black as hell, skin turns ashy and lined, and a shrieking inner squeal is heard in my head. I must run. I must leave. Get me out of this dark, creepy place. I must get out. I wake. I open my eyes. Fear rages within and evil swarms without. Must wake up. Black figures flashing all around the room. They fill up every space, hording, squealing, swarming all around me. There must be 100 or more flying all over. I cannot move. I have to wake up and rid of these demons. I see no angels, only demons. I shake. I fear. I panic. I wake.