1.
It was in a dream I frist met the Wasp Queen.
I remember being on my balcony on a sunny day, when a huge wasp landed on the table. It was bigger than my hand. It just stood there, and I swear it was looking at me. I was paralyzed with fear. It started slowly walking towards me. I near pissed myself, when I felt something land on my shoulder. It was an even bigger wasp. Its head was the size of a small plate, and it immediately started talking to me, in a voice that sounded like a thousand deaths by chainsaw.
"You must kill it", the voice said. "Take off its head. Do it now."
I dared not disobey, so I reached out for the wasp's head and pulled it off, green goo splurting everywhere. The stench was unbearable, and I vomited like I have never done before.
"well done" said the oher wasp, still on my shoulder.
"We will meet again".
I awoke my the sounds of my own scream. My fiancee did not wake up properly, and muttered something that sounded like "worble warble toil and trouble", turned around and started to snore.
I did not sleep again that night, nor the night after.
On the third night, I passed out from exhaustion, and the Wasp Queen greeted me at once.
"I would like you to meet someone," it said, and suddenly I was in a desert. The sky was as orange as the ground. In the distance I saw a large, bald man. The Wasp Queen told me to go to the bald man, and I followed orders. In no time, as it often is in dreams, I was standing right by the large bald man. He looked at me, with madness in his eyes, and laughed.
I think I died in my dream, then.
His laughter was the laughter of God.
Been telling ya. Richter and I tried to warn you.
But we're like brain surgeons that way, only we're high on crack and drunk on bourbon. Hold still. Won't feel a thing.
Shivers. Will there be more?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on May 27, 2014, 03:20:02 PM
Shivers. Will there be more?
Yeah. I have no idea how much, though.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on May 27, 2014, 03:16:03 PM
Been telling ya. Richter and I tried to warn you.
But we're like brain surgeons that way, only we're high on crack and drunk on bourbon. Hold still. Won't feel a thing.
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Nice, Waffles.
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QuoteIts head was the size of a small plate
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2.
I woke up that morning, soaked in sweat. My fiancee was already out. I got up, ate my breakfast, then bicycled to work.
Work was slow, as usual, but something happened which haunts me to this day. During my lunch break I was on my way to grab a smoke on the terrace, when I saw a moustachioed man. He was staring at me, but not at me. He looked into my eyes and saw forever. It lasted about one second, but felt like a week.
That night, someone tried to get in to our apartment. As I was drifting off into sleep, something tried to open the front door. The entire apartment shook so hard the pictures on the wall fell down. I screamed.
"Mumble mumble mumble millenium-hand-and-shrimp mumble mumble," my fiancee said. I did not go to sleep again that night, but I heard the faint whispers of the Wasp Queen in my mind.
"They are coming for you. They are coming for all of you. You must kill them all. The bald man expects it."
The next day, while bicycling home, a wasp stung me, right on my left shin. It hurt. Bad. But I'm not allergic, so I continued home. The sting continued to hurt as I rode, and when I got inside the apartment, my leg had doubled in size, and I started feeling nauseated and dizzy. I called the doctor, who said they'd send an ambulance, and I passed out.
I was in the desert again. A massive swarm of wasps came towards me, and the Wasp Queen was nowhere to be found. I was killed then, by that swarm. They killed me again and again, and every time it was ever more excruciatingly painful. Through it all, the Bald Man laughed. His laughter had taken on a rather desperate quality though.
The last thing I heard was:
"Crap. Not this one, too."
tbc
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Dude, this shit dislocates the mind!
Whoa
Thanks guise.
I have no idea where this is going, or how frequently I'll update, but I sure do have enough nightmares to inspire me. :lol:
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3.
I woke up in the hospital, feeling like Keith Richard's mouth on Sunday morning. The nurse who sat by my side said it was the medication. She also told me I'd almost died from a severe allergic reaction to the wasp sting. Apparently the doctors had never seen anything quite like it. Typical.
I was released the day after. As I took the bus home, I realised I hadn't seen my fiancee in weeks, other than the mumbling, snoring mass in our bed at nights.
When I came home, she wasn't there. She didn't answer her phone, nor reply to text messages. Weird. I sat down with a book to try to relax. And I promptly fell asleep. And dreamt.
The Bald Man came to me in my dream, telling me he was wrong about me, that he'd never thought I'd survive the wasp attack. He also said that I should prepare myself. Things were about to get... weird. His words. He didn't speak, though, his words just popped into my brain. The Bald Man was laughing, without pause for breath.
I woke up and saw I had slept for a few hours. I went to bed to lie down there, and in the darkness I saw the shape of my fiancee, sleeping soundly. "Huh. When did she get back? I better wake her up and ask how she is," I thought. I leaned over her and shook her slightly. The shape collapsed with the sound of a dying sigh. The the house started shaking again.
"Oh fuck," I said.
Nice
My eyebrows went up and my ears pulled back, as much as human ears are allowed for that.
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