By Gary Davison
I’m trapped in a dream. A woman with two kids pretends she’s my wife. They even have me Photoshopped into their family photos.
There’s a Shih Tzu they say is mine—they’re lying assholes.
This fictitious wife makes appointments for me to see a psychiatrist. I refuse to go; she pretends she’s concerned.
When I awake, they’ll all go away—except—they’ll be hiding in my dreams, awaiting my return. They’re such devious figments of my imagination.
I’ll set my sleep alarm to go off every ten minutes—too short to reach a REM dream state.
Who’s the clever one now?
Who’s the clever one now? Why you are, Gary. Good one.
Nice little tale of one guy’s descent into sheer madness. A modern day Edgar Allen Poeish story. Good job.
Early Alzheimer?
Nicely done!
I’m not sure that a psychotic would execute such a plan as stated in the last
sentence.
Great story and well written. I think the connection between him not wanting to sleep and his de-evolution into madness could have been made a bit clearer.
My take is different. The wife, two kids, and the Shih Tzu are real. When he says he wakes up, he’s really going into his dream state — in order to escape the awful (for him) reality of marriage and children. The sleep alarm goes off each morning to make him face again the daily deadly dilemma of life.
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read and comment on my story.
i like how he sounds exasperated and sad at the same time