The happy place

I had a creepy nightmare

I was eaten by a sand worm (shai hulud) from dune, but in my dream it was a face hugger — I had the wrong name for it in my dream.

I was inside of the sand worm. In a tubular room with fluorescent walls coloured yellowish brown.

And there was a dying child with a knife stuck vertically embedded in his flesh, in the stomach with the ivory shaft Pointing upwards, near his chin.

Like he grew into the knife, the ways trees sometimes embed things stuck to them, rather than was stabbed with it.

The wound looked infected, because the red outlines were yellowed, but there was no blood running from it.

Unable to remove the knife, I wanted to kill us both to end his suffering, although he didn’t say a word or act like he was in pain, despite this knife.

(The knife is of steel — not stainless so a greyish matte colour — and sized of a normal cutlery, but very sharp. I have it in my kitchen drawer, a family heirloom —inherited to me by my late grandmother — but here it was in my dream. )

Next to the tormented child in the belly of the beast there was a laptop. By shutting it down I could somehow remove the suffering from him, and I wanted to do that first, before killing us, but instead I accidentally pushed him so he folded forward (he was sitting next to me), burrowing the knife further into him.

Then when I finally was able to shut the computer down, it started applying windows updates.

And then I awoke