Another Sciffy Dream

It was my street, but it wasn't. Half of it faded into Default Suburbia, and the whole thing was in a valley. I was with someone who was Chloe and slightly Masha, and will hence be referred to as Chlosha. And everybody was dying.

It was like an Agatha Christie, the one with the little statues, and the island. People kept turning up gruesomely murdered, and there was no evidence. Just tangible panic. My house suddenyl had several apartments upstairs, and ours was ful of people - some of them lying in pools of blood. Downstairs, the living room was normal, and Neil Gaiman was sleeping in it.

We went to him for help, but Chlosha got paranoid and rigged up some kind of radio out of half a telephone and a stick. We sat half-way up the stairs and whispered. When I started rambling and telling Neil how we had made the radio, Chlosha pinched me until I stopped. We explained the situation, and he suggested we ask Adam and Eve, the middle aged couple in the apartment next to ours. So we went upstairs, and knocked on their door, and they were both hanging from the ceiling, their guts ripped out. We ran back downstairs, screaming, but Neil was being escorted out by guys in black suits and sunglasses, so we left the house.

Then I understood, and I had to get out of the valley. I ran up the street that wasn't afflicted by Generic Suburbia (it was like real life, only on a hill), but it was getting steeper and steeper and as I ran knife wounds opened in my belly, and I clutched them and kept running, staggering. I passed Chlosha, who was now a boy wit stumpy melting legs standing behind a wheelchair containing a pile of flesh which was also him. I urged him to run, he was almost out of the valley, but he just looked at me with sad eyes. So I went over the hill alone, and my wounds disappeared as spring ended.

I spoke to Madeliene, telling her I'd figured it all out, the plant was using us to breed. I walked behind a huge tree root and excitedly showed her the pollen mixed with the dirt, explaining how the plant used armadillos to sift through it, and what it did to us was how it cross-pollinated - but it was heavy pollen, that's why it stuck to the ground and why they needed the armadillo, and that was why it couldn't get out of the valley. Then she asked me if it had left scars, and I said no, I must have gotten out in time, and she lifted her shirt and showed me yellow flaps of skin hanging from her stomach like triple chins.