A short story

When he woke up, he was drenched in sweat. He had that dream again. He thought he was through with the dream, the first time it came was last September, and then it went away in December.

Now it was August and it was back with a horrible vengeance and there were new entrants. It no longer just came at night, sometimes during the day when his mind wandered, he could see the slaughter.

In his dream he was standing in the middle of a field and was surrounded by hideous creatures. They all had pronged little sticks in their hands and they were poking him with them. Some of them were tearing at him like they were trying to tear his coat off, trying to expose his body and they pulled on his silky strands of hair, trying to cleanse him. They had torn his big red hat from his head and two of them were roasting it.

Herbie could only cringe, one of the creatures was an eye named Buck from Ohio. Another was a bird from Kansas and yet another a bull from Texas. They had all just finished mangling all of Herbies friends in the past few weeks and he knew that the panther and the tiger were still out there. The one on the horse was the most daunting.

Now it was a different year with its leader still unaccepted, (the man from silver and black) but now somewhat seasoned and everyone had high hopes. Maybe if they were right, the dreams would go away for good. Only in the next few months will we know for sure.