A place for dreams.

Serpents’ Slumber. Shivering, I awake. The chilly night is not to blame, but rather, it is a fierce motion, generated from the epicentre of my being. Something is wrong, profoundly wrong. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I discover where I am and as a result know that I am dreaming. Lying on my double bed, in the corner of my old room, a cool, coarse wall on my left and the wooden computer desk on my right. Sitting up in my nostalgia, I peer around the room. Peculiarly, my eyes do not need to adjust to the darkness around me. My reverie is broken by the motion of a glowing entity passing through my closed door. Edging to the end of the bed, I confront a curious creature. Slithering on the floor towards me is a snake-like animal. Apart from the head, the green-patterned length of it is mostly snake. In its place is a bleached human skull with a shimmering haze in the eye-sockets and fangs instead of customary teeth. Wisps of ashen hair dance as it moves. This disproportionate con