THE MAN WHO STEPPED OUT OF HIS DREAM
The man who stepped out of his dream initialed the last page of the commitment papers. Two burly flunkies stepped forward at a nod from the cruel mistress and dragged the man down a long unlit corridor. They flung him into a bare concrete cube of a room and bashed shut the spike laden door. The man sighed a thankful sort of a sigh out into the welcoming inky dark. For you see, he had escaped a nightmare far worse than a bare concrete cell with a spike laden door. He had escaped a dream wherein his self tracheotomy had gone horribly wrong. He congratulated himself on his near escape.
‘I perform tracheotomies for free, don’t you know,’ hissed a voice from directly behind his left ear. A stench of long forgotten offal enveloped the man’s head. He never dreamed again.
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