I’m alone. I’m by myself and there’s clouds everywhere and the sun is behind them somewhere. I’m in a field. The grass is short and dead, like it’s winter. I’m just sitting there, waiting for something. I keep looking at the sun, where it’s supposed to be, trying to be sure of where it is. There’s no mountains. There’s no trees. Only the clouds and the ground.
Then there’s something in the distance. Something gray, I didn’t see it at first because of the clouds. I look at it for a long time. It’s getting bigger, like it’s moving towards me. I don’t know how to feel yet. I’m not scared. I sit there in the field watching it get closer and closer. I hug my knees, hiding behind them. I watch it come. It gets bigger and bigger as it moves toward me. An now I can see what it is. In the distance moving towards me is a gigantic hand. The hand of something. It’s taller than three of me. Moving towards me, fingers spread out like a fan. I’m still not scared. I’m completely still. I hug my knees even tighter. It gets closer. I can make out the lines on the palm and fingers. It gets closer and It’s almost ontop of me. I’m still not scared. As it reaches me it lifts up, into the air and comes down on top of me like I was a bug.
And all of a sudden I’m underwater, I can’t breathe and the hand is still ontop of me pushing me down, deeper into the water. And I’m still not scared. I lie there being pushed into the darkness completely limp, like I don’t care. My lungs give out, I suck in the salt water. Then nothing. And then I wake up.
