{"id":31,"date":"2016-05-13T11:51:51","date_gmt":"2016-05-13T11:51:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jgon9.com\/blog1\/?p=31"},"modified":"2016-05-13T22:20:44","modified_gmt":"2016-05-13T22:20:44","slug":"scary-nightmare-on-friday-the-13th-short-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jgon9.com\/blog1\/2016\/05\/13\/scary-nightmare-on-friday-the-13th-short-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Scary Nightmare on Friday the 13th – Short Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Last night I had an awful dream. It started with me tickling the cat. It seemed to really enjoy this and was laughing out loud. Suddenly, it attacked me with its claws and ran off. The scratch was so bad, the skin was hanging from my right arm and I could see the bones of my arm. On the bottom of my arm,  the skin was hanging on. <\/p>\n

For some reason I went with my mother to Chicago and did not get any medical attention.  Even pausing to take a photo of my tattered arm in front of the downtown skyline.  Apparently, the trip was for my mother and her colleagues to attend a show for insurance sales people. I lost my way from the group and ended up in a mall with homeless people. I remember how they were all bunched together and many were sleeping.  <\/p>\n

Somehow I ended up back home. I yelled at my family that I was finally getting my arm checked. I took a cab to a very old hospital. I initially tried to line up at the insurance claims line. Then I realized it was the wrong place and found the admission line. A woman was ahead of me, but a nurse noticed my awful injury and called for a wheelchair for me right away. I was also feed an unknown red liquid from a vial, after which I became drowsy. It’s possible that what happened after is a dream, within my initial dream. <\/p>\n

At this point I was wheeled into the set of IT Crowd, where Jerry Seinfeld was in the audience.  I spoke briefly with Roy, played by Chris O’Dowd, from the show. Upon showing my injury, the hanging skin fell off, along with my thumb.  I passed out and when I woke up my doctor, who was Morgan Freeman, said he would do his best to save my arm. I remember he was very compassionate and determined to help me. <\/p>\n

I passed out once more and found my arm appeared to be repaired, except my thumb was still missing. Immediately I was yelling at my family. Blaming them for my disfigurement.  Thoughts were racing through my mind about what I could and could not do with my missing digit. The doctor and nurse had brought prosthetic thumbs for me to try. Including different colours (black, white and blue) and some strange ones, like one with a toothbrush attachment and one for a glove. While testing them, I noticed my blood was on one. <\/p>\n

This discovery lead to a panic as the doctor checked my fingers and found blood emitting from my index finger on my right arm. While inspecting my hand, the nail separated from the bleeding digit. X-rays were taken and it appeared I was going to lose that digit as well. <\/p>\n

This lead to another blackout. When I came to the doctor was checking my hand with two prosthetic fingers. He found that the index finger was still having issues. He stated he was not a specialist for prosthetics and referred me to another doctor. At which point I awoke. <\/p>\n

This was a very realistic dream. (Except for all the guest stars.) I made sure to make these notes right after I awoke.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Last night I had an awful dream. It started with me tickling the cat. It seemed to really enjoy this and was laughing out loud. Suddenly, it attacked me with its claws and ran off. The scratch was so bad, the skin was hanging from my right arm and I could see the bones of … <\/p>\n

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