A drug induced dream

The blue creatures on my wall chase each other, up, up up, till I no longer can see them. I try to find them on my ceiling but they have run far far away. Perhaps they don't feel like telling stories tonight. I tap my foot along with the music. Something classical. Beethoven maybe. I cannot tell for sure. The monster at the bottom of my bed seems to have disappeared. Then I hear it, scratching at the door. Does it want in? Or out? Why does the alarm go off? It rattles inside my head. Crashing around with my thoughts. I find them again, the creatures. Running in circles above my pounding head. They spin around and around.    They start to mush together, like one long stream of blue creatures. One breaks loose from the chain and grabs hold of my throat. I start to cough. Trying to catch my breath. I cough and cough until it finally lets go of me. I turn to my side, trying to hide from the blue creatures trying to steal my air; take away my thoughts with their constant drumming; make my nose drip with their tears of laughter. I think it will never end, until finally sleep takes hold and fights them to the death. 








never again will I take flu medicine before bed.