'Tis A Supermutant

Tonight was the night I woke up covered in blanket... and sweat, for once in a long time. Fear crawled in after a moment of contemplation whether what I had experienced was real or not. Confusion got the best of me sometimes. I oftimes found myself on the verge of not being able to differentiate between what universe is the reality and what is dream. I dreamt about monsters, but not knowing whether they're actually nonexistent in our real world just bothers my nerves.

The frequent occurring of nightmare had stopped, but once I do have it, I wondered what the hell was wrong with me the night before I slept. During the little times I had monsters in my sleep, the most I encountered was shape-shifters. You know, they turn into someone close to you and you might have no idea. But the shape-shifting I learned from the Supernatural apparently was not enough. See, what they don't tell us in the TV show was that supernatural beings enhanced fear in you. Sam and Dean can just slash their iron ways into a ghost nest or cut the crap out of shape-shifters through their silver knives, but they don't show us how supernatural monsters have this mojo of rendering you helpless.

Maybe I was just being exaggerating; maybe it was just in my nature to have nightmares that I can't control. It pains to remember how you know it was all just a dream and you can't help but feeling useless and afraid in real life.

Do you ever have the idea that someone you meet might not be their actual someone? I mean, not in a psychological way or deceit, just... plain disguise. A monster posing as your mother, or brother.

Yeah, I had the implementation of that idea. It sometimes acted as my mother or brother, but I could always tell. See, it had thought of disguise and everything, but it didn't consider a small hole in the plan: it tingled my uncomfortable sense. It was as though as whenever it turned into mum, I couldn't move. Its freaking mojo.

I couldn't do anything, though, until that one night. I didn't know what it ran out of or what it did wrong, but it was the first time I had a glimpse of its true form... and I could move. It was mum. It walked towards me in the alley upstairs and although it was just for a second, stared at me. Mum's eyes were entirely black, with red marks around both lids like just being punched over and over, plus scratch marks. It was then I knew and I could convince someone else that it was definitely not mum.

I focused all my sense on running. It said something in mum's voice, but I didn't hear clearly. I dashed to the nearest room and found my family there, plus my real mum. I cried. I dropped on the floor and I screamed my lung out. I reached out to hold mum's hand, to feel the warmth of her humanely flesh, but I passed out before I could say or grab anything.

I didn't know what happened to it, but even when its appearance occurrence had decreased down to almost zero, I seemed to feel more supernatural mojo growing in my house.

One day, when I was having tea with mum (in which I couldn't bother to differentiate from it anymore), she asked me something.

"Do you notice the shimmering light being pointed at you?"

The dining room had glass for the three sides of the wall, and I could see anything that stretched beyond the house. Mostly was skyscrapers and tall buildings that corporations or conglomerates own. The evening sun could be seen almost set among the Twin Banks sky-high architecture and Five Towers building complex. From the orange light that glowed through the horizon, there I saw it. A particularly out-of-nowhere yellow, almost laser-pointer like light was creeping towards mum's face, shining her from one eye to another, and there I could see her being real. I could feel another of those lights were shining my own eyes, from the high tower I couldn't recall the name, across the house.

"Yes." I answered, "I notice it now."

For some reason I walked up and reached towards the building from which the laser came from. I smashed the large glass window and stretched out my arms.

The evening metropolitan landscape now turned into a small frat house living room. The glass window that once encapsulated the whole scenery I saw became a small house window, in which I'm breaking into. About six kids my age were laughing freely. One of them had a laser pointer in their hand pointed at me.

I cursed and raged. I did not care whether they have a door or not, this had been too bizarre, I just wanted to smash the shattered glass into their skulls. I did not think clear. I knew it was a delusion they put in me. I did not care how they did it nor did I want to. I climbed in, grabbed the one closest to me and started beating him recklessly. He did not even resist or run. He just laughed, like the rest of them.

I let him go. I threw one good last kick at him and stormed upstairs. Weird, it was as if I knew this place. I barged in a room and lay on the bed. I let out a cry, silently. It was frustrating how delusions can be so... real. I lost track of time and reality. It felt like a dream.

I felt something tickled me inside. I opened my eyes, again, lost track of time. I had no idea how long I fell asleep, but I recognized the place. My dorm. I stayed here during my time in university, I still do. Dazed and confused, I threw my blanket aside and walked out to the door. Everything seemed normal.

I walked downstairs and found the man and the girl who took care of this dorm's house stuffs. They were having a tea time and chatting. I made one for myself and joined conversation. I told them about my nightmare, the shape-shifters and laser-pointer guys. The man flinched.

"What was it?" I asked.

"Do you remember what I said not to open the garage door in the basement?" He responded.

"..but you open it all the time."

"No, no, the side garage door that connects to the inner side of the house. I sealed it. Nobody should go through there, and I suppose you didn't do anything to it?"

"No!" I answered hastily. That was weird, I knew that door was sealed and I never went anywhere near but I didn't think it was related to my nightmare. He made me scared even more.

"Well, I suppose that's okay." He took another sip of his tea.

After a seemingly long and awkward moment, he went out of the dining room. I glanced at the girl, who was slightly older than me. She didn't as much talk about it, but I could see that she was nervous about the previous conversation I had with the man. I didn't ask her about it.

I knew I was supposed to be staying the hell out of it, but my curiosity got the best of me. I walked downstairs to the basment, the garage door. It wasn't even locked, mind you, let alone sealed. The door was open, but I could see three boards being put up like a triangle, creating an incredibly small room. On each boards were papers with typical, scaring warnings like "Beware", "Do not enter", "Do not open!" and non-typical ones like "Wendigo inside". But what's confusing of all is that they were all written in child's crayon writings. Most of them were sky blue and had emphasizes like double underlines.

I retreated. It was too creepy and unseemingly coincidental to be a mere joke. I went to the dining room the girl and I had tea with. I poured more tea and trembled with each movement. I sat across her in the small plastic table and gulped nervously.

Suddenly there were footsteps approaching from the stairs. The man walkes in first, but he was not alone. He was with his wife and his daughters. I didn't know his daughters exactly, but one of them looked not like... from him. She was blue-skinned, entirely. Like the color sky blue crayons. She had eyelashes on and under both her eyes, like fake eyelashes being badly put and fell off. Her cheeks had pink blushes, very visible, with her face also being blue. Her eyes were yellow.

"We had her." The man said, "She's not in the basement again and will bother your dreams no more."

I didn't know what to say or react with. I knew I had so much questions. How was she real? What relevance did she being out of basement do to my nightmares? Has she been long in the basement and become nightmare? How did he know? And I suppose that was not how wendigo actually look like...

Oddly, I managed to say, meekly, "Well, don't worry about my nightmares. You should've told me earlier so I didn't have to be scared of you."

But she didn't seem to hear. She was busy talking with the man and his wife, about some kind of deal they had once. I looked at the girl I had tea with. She gestured towards her belly, and whispered, "It's her I had problem with."

I was surprised that she wasn't surprised. Her face didn't even express fear, it was almost an annoyed face, like it had been personal with that creature.

aaaand that's when I woke up. Very bizarre. I knew most of the people in this dream, but fortunately the settings were not real places. I meant, like the dorm. In the dream, it felt like it had been my real dorm, but my real dorm doesn't actually look like what I dreamt. Otherwise, I would have hard time knowing what's real and what's not.

So, that's it people. Tell me, have you ever slept without bedsheets?