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Saturday March 31st 2012, 3:12 pm

We’re at home now. It’s later, early evening and the light is dim and cool. We’re trying to do something in the kitchen but I can’t tell what exactly. I happen to bump into the cat dishes, knocking the food bowl over, creating a wet sloppy mess. Crouching down to assess the damage, what to clean, I notice something odd in the other bowl. In the sloshing water bowl, I can see two large iridescent green creatures, like fat worms with tiny fin like appendages, and fish tails. Their skin is sort of bumpy and shiny, the green shimmers beautifully as they toss around in the deeper than I remember water bowl. Then I notice something even stranger, they both have these long stretching necks with no apparent heads or eyes. The end of the undulating neck shapes are perfectly round mouths rimmed with insidious long needle like teeth, the maws opening and closing voraciously. Something about these things feel dark, I don’t know how else to describe the feelings I get off them.

I hastily stand up, jolted and unnerved. And in doing that, my foot catches the underside of the bowl’s lip, toppling it over. The water splashes onto the floor, dumping the alien creatures with it. They squirm and hiss, the painful looking mouths stretching outward looking for an enemy, me! Wendy is trying to see what is happening. I’m a bit panicked, not knowing what to do, as sensations of an evil presence wash over me. Its like they’re trying to infect me psychically. Wendy is trying to calm me down with words I don’t understand, and I refuse, beseeching her to look at these wicked parasitic vile things that I found in our cat’s water dish. She exclaims not to harm them, but I point out to her that the things are tracking our every move, hunting, as if ready to strike and attack much like a deadly snake would.

“They’re evil! Can’t you feel that?”

I quickly lean over to a cabinet drawer, boldly opening it to grab a large carving knife. I stab one of the creepy beasts, slashing away it’s thick jelly like flesh, revealing a tiny little pinkish grey brain. It’s making an ungodly screeching noise, I jab the knife into the brain’s center. Now it’s dead. But I feel no relief in this.

“So evil, it was so evil.” I mutter.

Then an overwhelming sadness take me over. I sit perched on my knees, pants drenched in a mire of water and catfood, sullied knife in hand, I begin weeping.

Then Wendy says, “Wait, where’s the other one? I can’t find the other one!”

Time and space warp and shifts. I find myself in some old vinyl record shop, sifting through bins of scuffed used record albums. I come across some that seem rare, oddities from bands I’ve adored, I think. I set them aside, and keep sifting through the colorful and strange LP covers. After a short time of this, some balding man steps up to me, maybe in his sixties. He’s wearing all grey clothes, he looks as though he stepped out of some very old dusty factory of a bygone era. His face looks leathery and reddish, with deep wrinkle lines running from his jaw to his eyes, which are crystal blue. He starts telling me it’s time to close the doors, I’ve only a few minutes. But he sort of rambles on about needing to make sure I get whatever it is I want now, because it will all be gone tomorrow. I start flipping through the little stack of obscure but somehow familiar records I’ve picked out, knowing I can’t possibly get all of them today. But like the man said, they won’t be here tomorrow. I feel a bit flustered, as I cant decide what the right choices are.

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