Stop the aliens
Copyright 2013 Simon Seth
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Doctor Ryan Craimor was in an operating room, but this time he wasn’t the surgeon. He was lying down on the bed as a patient. His vision was blurred and the bright light of the projectors was all he was seeing. Two silhouettes came to the bed from both sides. They didn’t look like humans. They didn’t speak like humans. What were they? Was it possible that those long and deformed faces were aliens? Or it was only a dream? The silhouettes were morphing from very fat to tall and thin. Wait, the entire room was changing the same way. One of the aliens was holding something like a pistol and approached it to Ryan’s right arm. Ryan was unable to lift his head to look down to his hands. The alien did something, or at least Ryan thought so. But he felt nothing. The alien approached Ryan’s head. Three long fingers approached Ryan’s head.
It all went dark.
Ryan Craimor woke up late on Sunday. He had a terrible hangover. “I should stop drinking so much wine,” he thought. He had slept for ten hours, but he didn’t feel rested at all. Maybe it was because of the wine, or it was because of that strange dream. He dreamed about aliens, why, the hell, he would dream about aliens? That has not happened to him before. The dream was very strange. He felt like been abducted by aliens, but it ought to be just a nightmare. He was alive, at home and feeling OK. Well, he had a hangover, but that was normal for him on Sunday.