The cigarette and the hand

Corbett | December 18, 2006 4:52 PM

I was awakened by the smell of cigarettes. This was unsettling to my subconscious since my flatmate was in Shanghai, and neither of us smoked. So I jerked wide awake and looked around. At the foot of my bed next to my foot was a hand sticking out of my mattress, with a burning cigarette in it. Holy shit!

I leaped out of bed, heart racing, wondering what to do. So I batted the cig out of the hand and yanked as hard as I could. First came an arm, then a shoulder, then an entire body. The thing I pulled out was ghastly. Completely white and plasticky with no features except two eyes and a nose, covered in little droplets of blood. No discernable mouth at all. Cold deep blue eyes. Kind of like looking into the eyes of a rabbit.

I ran out of the room and noticed hands sticking up all over the living room. So I ran and pulled all of them out of the floor like large human-esque weeds. Some were larger, some smaller, and you could discern that some were children, some women. Damn! I pulled up a whole family of ghostly things. Now there were all standing there in my apartment looking at me.

The one I pulled up first slides over and bites me in the arm. Suddenly I see a flash of all sorts of terrible unsettling visions, and I somehow understand. He's communicating with me. What I saw was his life.

I open the door, light a candle, and wish them on their way, saying "I'm sorry for what happened, but you can't stay here. You have to go." They leave, and I wake up.

Category: Dreams

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