My Funny Valentine

Nightmares in the Night

Nightmares in the night.

And in the day.

Any time of day.

Any time of night. 

Something has grabbed your ankle and you desperately want to run away but you can't move.

One of Iblis' pale cold ghoulen is crouched over you as you lay terrified on your back in the bed almost asleep.

You can even feel her cold breath on your damp skin.

A nightmare is anything that leaves you feeling afraid.

Like when you see the check engine light come on.
                                                                     

Our nightmares let us know that something is wrong and it needs to be dealt with.

Our fears concerning the unresolved issue are being manifested in our dreams.

It all sounds so clear cut but when your locked in fear, trembling and frozen stiff and awaken from a nightmare by your own pathetic whimpering that clear cut reason for a nightmare does not help a bit.

Especially if you wake up in bed alone.

It could be night or day waking up alone after a nightmare is almost as bad as the nightmare that woke you up in the first place.

But now we all know that a nightmare is just real life spilling over into our sleep.

So from now on we will sleep easy.

Right?        
                                                                 

The Three Robbers.

Can't sleep.

As usual. 

My body is willing 

But

My brain says no sleep til Brooklyn. 

So here I lay. 

Under my soft fluffy quilt. 

Yes, I'm in Jamaica but I can't sleep without the protective force field provided by my superquilt.  

But I do have the air on. 

Hmm. 

I get stifled. 

Can't breathe. 

Need air. 

I could never sleep with my head under the covers. 

I don't know how they do it. 

I would be gasping for air. 

I'm

Dyinggggggg. 

So here I lay as my mind dashes and drifts. 

But a picture from the past pops in my head and won't go away and thanks to the wonderful awesome internet I can get that picture in live and living colors in less than ten seconds. 

                               

Yup. 

The Three Robbers. 

I used to love this book. 

The beginning was rather scary to a little girl but I read it to the very end. 

The robbers were bloodthirsty. 

Like me. 

              

They went about at night robbing all. 

They had trunks and trunks of ill gotten gains. 

           

But this young miss changed everything. 

Such is life, eh? 

Females do that to men and robbers. 

                                

Tom Ungerer. 

His book still pops in my head to this day. 

Books will do that to you. 

To this day I remember his dark drawings of this particular book. 

Sometimes I craved to see them again. 

Thank goodness for the internet, huh? 

How did we get so lucky? 

Can't tell you the ending. 

Would not be fair to you or Tom Ungerer. 

Your eyes deserve it. 

They will never forget it. 

It is a child's book. 

But the art will live on in you. 

Forever.