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dream.20081016: alien puppy

by Rob Friesel

At the end of a long square chamber, I’m locked into a narrow channel that runs along its back (front?) wall.  It’s just barely wide enough to crouch down in.  There is a breathy howl from the far end of the chamber.  I can see movement but not the creature itself.  It is coming for me, that much I know for sure.  There is the sound of some other fleshy entity being eviscerated.  In the distance I can see it leap high into the air — at least twenty feet — and watch a thin trail of blood and guts trail after it.  As it hangs there in the air, I see that is the slick black carapace of the alien a la Ridley Scott and/or H.R. Gieger.  It is young, it is a juvenile; it is part canine.  I crouch down into a ball and pray it will not sniff me out.

About Rob Friesel

Software engineer by day. Science fiction writer by night. Weekend homebrewer, beer educator at Black Flannel, and Certified Cicerone. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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