I appears that I garroted a guy dead, Phil thought. He was trying to keep the impending anxiety attack at bay. “This is only a dream…this is only a dream…” he began repeating.
Then an odd thought occurred: if this was only a dream, then I can do whatever I want. “What’s going on out there?” he heard a female voice from outside the garage. This was the perfect opportunity to engage his most deranged fantasies. It would be the perfect cure for my writer’s block, he finally concluded. Phil dropped the makeshift garrote and picked up a baseball bat.
“I’m out here sweetheart!” he shouted back. “I think I injured myself. Can you come out here?”
Phil readied the bat and stood by the door. The knob turned. A petite middle aged woman in a nightgown stepped out. She immediately saw her decapitated husband almost screamed. Phil slammed the door behind her shut and grabbed her mouth. Her trembling in his arms initiated a strange arousal.
“I killed your husband,” he calmly told her. “Scream and I’ll do the same to you. Understood?”
Through streaming tears, the woman nodded. Phil released her and she turned around to face her captor. He kept reminding himself that none of this was real despite what his senses were telling him. Now he gazed upon the shaking creature in front of him wondering what to do next.
“Please go,” the woman muttered. “I’ll tell them I saw no one.”
Phil chuckled. “I don’t think so,” he said. He couldn’t stop himself looking at her helpless body through the form fitting nightgown. “Remove your clothes,” he ordered.
The woman began to quietly weep, then she complied. Moments later, as she stood completely nude in front of him, Phil briefly considered violating her.
But this was all too real for him. He’s had lucid dreams before, and usually they ended the moment the lucidity began. Then thought of raping her began to disgust his sense of morality.
So he bludgeoned her to death instead.
Then burned the house down.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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