The Secret in my Basement

They say that dreams have meanings, so explain this one. After a day of hating on “happy” people celebrating Valentine’s Day(a pagan holiday any individual with a semblance of self respect and decorum should avoid), I fell into a deep disturbing sleep. I was out like a light. 

Falling asleep in this realm, meant that I got to awake in a more believable universe. The dream world or dreamland (whichever works). Interestingly, it was all too familiar for me. I was in a castle on a hill, in a forest in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly, I heard bells ringing. Alarm bells!

I jumped out of my twenty-foot bed, donned my save-the-world regalia and raced to my attic to get a better view of what was going on. From my vantage point, I took one long look at my binoculars and there it was, my greatest shock. My worst fears had come alive. 

A lycan invasion. If you’re not familiar, lycans are a type of werewolf. About a hundred of them had broken through my dome barrier and were charging towards the castle. I tried my best to calm my heart that at this point was beating at just shy of 300 beats per minute. Think Gottfried! Think!

So I went to the armory (yes, I have one of those, why does any of this surprise you?) to get some toys. Armed to the teeth with flare guns, hand grenades and my favorite weapon, a Remington 870 Express – a shotgun that can blast through anything. I was all set!

I began my assault. I was mowing down the lycans as they charged towards the main entrance with ‘Legolas-like’ precision. “50, 51, 52…why are there still so many of them?, I muttered to myself.” They weren’t slowing down. As a last resort, I decided I was going to break my sworn oath. 

I decided to release Igor, (my personal Giant and bodyguard) from the basement.

Part 2?

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