Dream
Scrape. Scrape. The snake’s immense body slithered towards me. I know it’s a dream. I try to scream, but of course, you can’t in dreams. Its body has a lumpy bulge in its stomach from its last snack; I think it was a cat.
“How did it get into my house?” I ask myself frantically, it comes closer. “Dina left the door open.” A familiar song comes to my mind.
Bonnie’s in the kitchen with Dina, Bonnie’s in the kitchen I knowowowow. Bonnie's in the kitchen with diNA!!!!!!!!! Strumming on the old banjo.
Bonnie was the snake I just knew it. “And I’m Dina.” I said out loud. The snake flashed its golden eyes in my direction. “Bonnie.” I whispered. Its tongue darted out. “Come on Bonnie.” I cooed. It started to come towards me again. “No!” I rasped, my throat was as cold as steel. It stopped abruptly and stared at me, his tongue tickling the floor. The skin on his back quivered under his green and yellow scales. They glistened under the faint kitchen light like jewels. “Bonnie.” I tried again. The snake impatiently thumped the end of his body on the linoleum. “Go!” I cried. It gazed at me coldly which seems impossible with its fiery eyes. Then to my surprise it slinked towards the door. With ease it pushed open the door and went away, into the dark. I edged myself along the wall, afraid he will come back. As I can reach the handle, a man springs in through the door. I scream with fright and cower in a corner as he towers above me. He is clothed in a strange, almost Arabic garb. His eyes glare at me with such intensity that I am paralyzed with fear. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me.
“What are you doing here?” He demands of me. I whimper and my knees turn to jelly. He roughly shakes me again. “Why? Because of you, now we’ve lost her!” He shouts. The snake? I wonder to myself. He sees my confusion. His face twists with rage. “Come on! Are you mute as well?!” With a sigh of frustration, he throws me over his shoulder with his rough, calloused hands. I’m too frightened to scream. He runs out of the house and into the night. All at once all, my vision is lost, I feel as if I’m floating, in jerky movements, for the man is still holding onto me. I hope he can see in the darkness. He made no sound as he ran through the forest, well, that happens a lot in dreams. Suddenly I hear a crash. The man drops me, and I am rolling down a bumpy hill. At that moment, my mind chooses to jerk me awake. I am drenched in sweat. The sheets are sticking to my legs as I try to entangle myself from them. I can feel the soreness in my shoulders from the man shaking me, and my body feels bruised, although there is nothing there. But suddenly as I fumble with the light switch, I feel something stuck in my hair When the light is on, I extract it from my scalp. It’s a sandy scrap of crimson colored fabric. “Oh my gosh.” I whisper. Then suddenly I feel tired, so, so tired. I lay back down, and there he is again, only this time I am awake.
Scrape. Scrape. The snake’s immense body slithered towards me. I know it’s a dream. I try to scream, but of course, you can’t in dreams. Its body has a lumpy bulge in its stomach from its last snack; I think it was a cat.
“How did it get into my house?” I ask myself frantically, it comes closer. “Dina left the door open.” A familiar song comes to my mind.
Bonnie’s in the kitchen with Dina, Bonnie’s in the kitchen I knowowowow. Bonnie's in the kitchen with diNA!!!!!!!!! Strumming on the old banjo.
Bonnie was the snake I just knew it. “And I’m Dina.” I said out loud. The snake flashed its golden eyes in my direction. “Bonnie.” I whispered. Its tongue darted out. “Come on Bonnie.” I cooed. It started to come towards me again. “No!” I rasped, my throat was as cold as steel. It stopped abruptly and stared at me, his tongue tickling the floor. The skin on his back quivered under his green and yellow scales. They glistened under the faint kitchen light like jewels. “Bonnie.” I tried again. The snake impatiently thumped the end of his body on the linoleum. “Go!” I cried. It gazed at me coldly which seems impossible with its fiery eyes. Then to my surprise it slinked towards the door. With ease it pushed open the door and went away, into the dark. I edged myself along the wall, afraid he will come back. As I can reach the handle, a man springs in through the door. I scream with fright and cower in a corner as he towers above me. He is clothed in a strange, almost Arabic garb. His eyes glare at me with such intensity that I am paralyzed with fear. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me.
“What are you doing here?” He demands of me. I whimper and my knees turn to jelly. He roughly shakes me again. “Why? Because of you, now we’ve lost her!” He shouts. The snake? I wonder to myself. He sees my confusion. His face twists with rage. “Come on! Are you mute as well?!” With a sigh of frustration, he throws me over his shoulder with his rough, calloused hands. I’m too frightened to scream. He runs out of the house and into the night. All at once all, my vision is lost, I feel as if I’m floating, in jerky movements, for the man is still holding onto me. I hope he can see in the darkness. He made no sound as he ran through the forest, well, that happens a lot in dreams. Suddenly I hear a crash. The man drops me, and I am rolling down a bumpy hill. At that moment, my mind chooses to jerk me awake. I am drenched in sweat. The sheets are sticking to my legs as I try to entangle myself from them. I can feel the soreness in my shoulders from the man shaking me, and my body feels bruised, although there is nothing there. But suddenly as I fumble with the light switch, I feel something stuck in my hair When the light is on, I extract it from my scalp. It’s a sandy scrap of crimson colored fabric. “Oh my gosh.” I whisper. Then suddenly I feel tired, so, so tired. I lay back down, and there he is again, only this time I am awake.
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