For some reason, i was sleeping in the kitchen. As i grabbed
the ends of my blanket and shoved it under the bed, i took a last look
at the window. No burglars, all quiet. Good, i murmured. I am in no mood
for special visitors tonite. "It's all right son..." my dad reassured me
from over the living room. "Would you like to sit down and talk about it?
Look, i know how you feel, but these people had problems too. You are not
the only one..." and pointed at the Bible. I looked at the Bible and mumbled:
"Idiot thumpers. What do *they* know about problems?..." And then i remembered
that my dad died in 1986. "What the..? You are not supposed to be here".
"I know, they let me approach as i promised them that i had an important
message for you...". "Yeah, i can kinda feel it. You are insane aren't
you? That's why you died, because you would end up insane anyway, isn't
it?" Then i felt a strange presence over my right shoulder. I immediately
had the urge to move my arm and send it off, but the brain did not obey.
Try again. Arm doesn't move. Once more. There is *something* on my back,
damn it! The last move was successful, as i swung my arm in mid air. A
sudden click in my brain and i am awake and alone. I could swear there
was something attached onto my back for a while while i was asleep. Poor
old dad, what have you become...?