Dreams

Reptile

I was in a house I used to live in a long time ago, when I was a kid in Illinois. It was early morning. I'm not sure who was with me. A little gecko-like creature had gotten into the house. Or a salamander. It was small so I picked it up to take it outside. The girl I was with expressed concern about it, and looking down I realized it was bigger than I thought. And toothier. And covered in small, very hard spines down the length of its body, much like the serrated edge of a kitched knife. It coiled and twisted, trying to bite me with fangs that were definately larger than a moment ago; the neck became longer and serpentine, the legs more agile and where the hell did these claws come from?

I seized it as best I could with two hands, the front door was opened, and I took it out upon the lawn, went back inside to watch it through the screen of the door. It moved along through the grass, passing a small toad. A much larger one was near the door, about as big as my hand. The reptile moved up to it, but the toad didn't move. I watched with detached concern, as one would watch a Discovery documentary...here we see Nature's way, etc. The reptile then seized the toad, which began to twist away, but couldn't. I could see the fangs deep in the toad's body, and then the flesh began to tear. And I could hear the toad screaming. I could see red and bits of white. Thoughts of the Discovery Channel evaporated. The reptile let go, and seized upon a different part of the toad, with similar effect. I thought about interfering, but didn't, whether from fear or something else I have no idea. Perhaps fear.

Two young women approached the door about then, asking for entrance. They had that otherplanar element to them I find in my dreams sometimes...hands reaching for me through the screen, that type of thing. I kept refusing, they kept asking.