Abnormal Adam

Racking of steel from a distance drew me out of the shadows of darkness into bright white light.

I coughed for a start, feeling my throat itching and closing up. What was the matter? What was the dream all about?

My eyes still closed, I tried to ruminate on the meaning of the dream that had seemed to have gone on for hours.

But nothing came up. I didn’t understand one bit of it. I didn’t know who those crying ugly women were, or what the valley was all about. I never even heard of it before, until the dream. Not that I was sure that the spot existed in real life.

For all I knew, the fucked up dream was a characteristic of…

Characteristic of what? I heard my mind taunt me.

But I came up short. A characteristic of what? Why was I hallucinating or having dreams without foundations?

I didn’t read or watch a movie about blood sucking demons or some shadow of death and darkness.

My ears perked up when I heard the metal racking again, and it dawned on me then that my cell door was bein