Me and Ferox-Holocaust-Cerebellum-SalivaGland-Theory-of-the-big-bang-testicles-deep-red-cannibalman had a chat about our dreams yesterday. His was about cannibals, but
mine was very different.
Here it goes: I was walking in a street completely populated by
Forest Whitakers, Robert Englands (not in freddy costumes) and a
sleeping bat. The bat was sleeping on a book, and snoring. The book was Volume 1 of
Clive Barker's Books of Blood series. At the point of looking at the
sleeping bat I noticed that all the Forests and Roberts had all ran
off, all 10 of them.
I stayed and watched the bat wake from its sleep, it got off the book
and stared at me for a few seconds. Then suddenly the little bastard
went for my leg, I actually felt pain in my dream. I looked down at my
knee and the bat's small head inflated into a massive round
That's when I woke up with Clive Barker's Books of Blood on my lap,
and a cold sweat running down my nose.