I did not sleep well, last night.
It was a normal enough night; We didn't watch any "weird" TV, I didn't eat anything our of the ordinary, and I was neither particularly tired nor not-tired when I went to bed.
I think I slept pretty well, to begin with...
At some point, I started dreaming — not unusual; I dream a lot and tend to remember my dreams; training from my therapy days and keeping a dream journal — and it was harmless enough.
Mont St. Michel, France. Source: Doctored screen shot from this YouTube clip
Mrs. Denmarkguy and I were visiting a seamount city/fortress that was almost certainly Mont St. Michel in France; I would recognize it anywhere, although I have never been there.
It's getting closer to the end of the day; all the little souvenir shops and trinket shops are getting ready to close, and I also know we need to get across the causeway to the mainland before the tide cuts us off.
Mrs. Denmarkguy decides to buy a couple of postcards and ducks into a small shop. I tell her I'll wait outside on a bench.
Time passes. People and then a group of maybe 6-7 small children walk by. The children are laughing and chattering, but something about them is "not quite right;" perhaps the fact that they are dressed like Dickens style street urchins is the problem.
I must have dozed off, because now it seems closer to dusk. The shops are closed and the narrow cobblestoned alley is empty. I look around for Mrs. Denmarkguy, but she's nowhere in sight. I walk around a bit, but do not find her.
I decide that she has probably walked back across the causeway, thinking that I have walked back across the causeway, so I decide to head out. However, there's an automated street sweeper coming down the alley, and it takes up the entire width of the alley, so I duck into one of several small alcoves with picnic tables to let it pass. Next to me, an elderly lady wearing a dark shawl slips into the next alcove.
The street sweeper passes and I get ready to move on, but I see the group of children are up the alley/street a bit, and they are making me feel uneasy. The elderly lady hurries down the street.
I duck further into the alcove, hoping the "children" haven't seen me. Their voices and laughter sounds... wrong... like an out-of-tune piano; distorted, unnatural, creepy. It is almost dark, now.
I hear them come closer, and feel hopeful that they will pass, so I can get out of there. Instead, they slide into the space behind where I am sitting and suddenly go silent. Well... not silent, but instead of child sounds, they now make clicking "insect sounds" a bit like crickets or grasshoppers, except louder.
Then I feel something like sharp nails or the point of a pair of scissors poking lightly along the spine of my back. I'm ready to get up and run, but "something" invisible holds me in place. Meanwhile the poking gets sharper and more painful... and I'm starting to panic.
I try to "reach around" behind me an grab one of the "kids" and half-succeed in pushing one of them to the side... and it's this grotesque being the size of an 8-year old boy but with the oversized head of a horsefly-like insect with huge segmented compound eyes and some kind of sharp looking proboscis... it's hands sort of look human, but instead of nails it has something that looks like thick razor-sharp metal triangles, almost like the teeth of a large saw.
Somehow, I "know that they are going to try to stick their sharp "stingers" into my spine and suck out my spinal fluid, and I start flailing around wildly, trying to escape... and then I wake up, shaking, disoriented.
Mrs. Denmarkguy also wakes up and says my arms were "windmilling" all over the place.
It took me a few hours to settle down and go back to sleep.
But here's the creepy and unnerving part: this morning, Mrs. Denmarkguy noticed that I had something the looked like red "claw marks" in several places on my back, along my spine. A couple had broken the skin, others were just triangular red welts.
We searched the bed for anything like stray earrings, a piece of cracker, hardened breadcrumbs, metallic candy wrappers, paperclips or anything else that might have made those marks, but found nothing.
Not sure, really, what to think of that...
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