Circus Tent Apocalypse (The Dream Factory)

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Just had another interesting dream last night–or at least I thought it was interesting.

I’m sitting in a set of bleachers inside a massive circus tent. It’s a packed crowd for the feature presentation, the introduction of alien beasts/animals that were found on another planet and brought back to earth. They look much like dinosaurs, but with a definite otherworldly quality about them.

At a point, things got out of hand and the beasts started turning on their tamers. Some of them were flying creatures, and these began attacking the audiences in the upper levels. While everyone was trying to escape through the main entrance, creating a bottleneck congestion there, I found cover backstage, where several workers who didn’t speak English were working away, none the wiser to what was happening.

A group of men dressed in black and wearing combat vests encountered them. I heard something about a cover up, and when the workers looked toward them the men open fired. Unseen, I darted behind a stack of something on pallets. I heard something else about an invasion…a kind of Trojan horse where these alien animals were controlled and set to attack at a specific time…that outside the tent were more attacks.

Fast-forward and this tent area and the small town surrounding it became a kind of safe haven for survivors. For some reason, I felt like I had to hide, like I’d be killed too if I was found. Maybe they had seen me witnessing the murders and were looking for me. I don’t know. It’s a dream, so don’t overthink it :).

So I grabbed a shawl I found and hid among the survivors…for months. Sleeping where I could and always keeping my face hidden. One day, however, the “authorities” found me. Apparently the shawl I was wearing had a government emblem on it and they thought it was stolen, so they found me out.

It doesn’t end there, though. I was tied to a chair and this futuristic torture device was attached to my wrists. I saw right away that they were going to electrocute me. They blindfolded me and the first shock struck. I remember feeling jolted and tense, but it didn’t hurt. The guy said the next would hurt quite a bit more, but then I heard screaming. This man and the few guards with him were under attack.

When I was able to jimmy out of the restraints and pull off the blindfold, I was alone in the room–the men had been killed in brutal fashion.

That’s when I woke up.


About authorphilpartington

Phil is a writing enthusiast of many years, having been published in numerous online and national print trade and sports publications over the past decade. He has spent the past five years delving back into the world of fiction writing, focussing on the fantasy, horror and suspense genres. Deshay of the Woods is his first novel.
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