There was writhing and muffled mumbling in the night at the room of Taisto Nummi, he was vast at sleep, carried into the land of dreams by wings of drunken exhaustion, he once again dreamed about the end of the world, nothing out of ordinary there,
he had been getting these dreams since childhood and had come to accept them, not as an welcome addition to his psyche but as an regular happening.
At times it was an row of mushroom clouds in the horizon that ended all mankind in his dreams, and at other times it was an gigantic Godzilla creature that he and his friends would flee from. But again this night as in nights prior he saw visages of the black queen...
This arcane creature that Taisto could only identify as some sort of forgotten Egyptian goddess floated above his home town like an swarming mass of dark energy and unexplainable mass, before lunging forward and claiming the world as her own with man-sized tendrils of dark
purpose...
And at these times Taisto would wake up, still disoriented and half drunk, rather than being horrified by his dreams he was absolutely terrified that he would have to once again experience his hangover "manually" without the aiding of peaceful, numbing sleep. Taisto was accustomed to leaving an tall glass of water on his night counter to help with these uneasy nights, even in his most disoriented homecomings he rarely forgot this habit, and that is what he thought he had done as his outstretched hand failed to grasp the comforting pint of this cool, colorless nectar and found nothing in its space.
Taisto struggling parted his heavy eyelids to just confirm that there it was, his desired glass of water, he just had to reach an bit further to grasp his prize, he knew himself to be an uneasy sleeper and that he often made the bed rock with just his own tossing and turning.
That is why as he went back to his troubled dreams he failed to recognize that his bed was still as glued to the bedroom wall and it was the nightstand that had moved further away...
he had been getting these dreams since childhood and had come to accept them, not as an welcome addition to his psyche but as an regular happening.
At times it was an row of mushroom clouds in the horizon that ended all mankind in his dreams, and at other times it was an gigantic Godzilla creature that he and his friends would flee from. But again this night as in nights prior he saw visages of the black queen...
This arcane creature that Taisto could only identify as some sort of forgotten Egyptian goddess floated above his home town like an swarming mass of dark energy and unexplainable mass, before lunging forward and claiming the world as her own with man-sized tendrils of dark
purpose...
And at these times Taisto would wake up, still disoriented and half drunk, rather than being horrified by his dreams he was absolutely terrified that he would have to once again experience his hangover "manually" without the aiding of peaceful, numbing sleep. Taisto was accustomed to leaving an tall glass of water on his night counter to help with these uneasy nights, even in his most disoriented homecomings he rarely forgot this habit, and that is what he thought he had done as his outstretched hand failed to grasp the comforting pint of this cool, colorless nectar and found nothing in its space.
Taisto struggling parted his heavy eyelids to just confirm that there it was, his desired glass of water, he just had to reach an bit further to grasp his prize, he knew himself to be an uneasy sleeper and that he often made the bed rock with just his own tossing and turning.
That is why as he went back to his troubled dreams he failed to recognize that his bed was still as glued to the bedroom wall and it was the nightstand that had moved further away...
