nessus@mit-eddie.UUCP (Doug Alan) (03/30/85)
[] For a moment I thought I was eating chocolate ice cream while riding a bicycle through a subway train. Then I was walking through a field of orange christmas trees. The ornaments were all shiny little faces. They were all the same face, a half-familiar face, that I couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was someone I had known in second grade. Or maybe it was the hole driller at the bowling ball store down the street from my apartment. I heard a slithering behind me and turned toward the sound. It was my brain. My brain was long and wet and stringy, and it was hanging out of the back of my head and dragging along the ground. I turned back in the direction I had been heading. There was a black sun above the horizon, and I headed toward it. But soon I felt a strong tugging at my head and I could continue no further. I turned around again to see what the snag was. One of the ornament-faces was chewing on my brain. I tried to cry out but I couldn't remember how to talk. I tried to grab the face, to make it stop, but I couldn't remember how to do that either. My memories were going -- they were being eaten by the brain-hungry ornament. I had to reach the black sun, but when I looked at it I noticed that it was coming to me. Right before the sun swallowed me in to its darkness, I recognized the face. It was my own. -Doug Alan 10/84