It’s Just a Dream

What if you went to bed one night and the next morning you awoke to find you were able to do three things that you couldn’t the night before. That can be anything: new skills, new talents. Give it your best shot.

Melody awoke with a pounding headache. She grabbed her head and moaned. She couldn’t even see straight, the pain was so intense. She rummaged through her nightstand and found the bottle of Tylenol® and spilled four pills into her hand. She put them in her mouth and shakily drank the glass of water sitting on her nightstand.

She reached for the phone and dialed the number for her boss.

“Hello,” came the female voice on the other end.

“Nancy, it’s me, Melody. I’m not going to be able to make it in today. I have a severe migraine. Will you be okay without me?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. It’s supposed to be a slow day,” Nancy replied. “Damn, now I have to do everything myself!” Melody heard.

“What was that?” Melody asked.

“It’s no problem, Melody. Just get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nancy replied. “I bet she doesn’t even have a migraine. Problem stayed up too late last night.” The line went dead before Melody could say anything else. She frowned, wondering if she had really heard what she thought or if it was just her imagination.

She put her pillow over her head and tried to block out all the sights and sounds around her and fall back to sleep.

After a while, the noise became unbearable, so she decided she had better get herself to the hospital. As she went to draw back the covers, she realized they were already on the floor.

That’s odd, she thought to herself, I could have sworn I felt them on me.

She went to grab some clothes out of the closet, only to watch as the door opened and her jeans and t-shirt floating through the air to land over her outstretched arm.

I must have fallen asleep and I’m still dreaming, because this is not possible!

She decided to just go with it and proceeded to get dressed. She brushed her hair and her teeth before proceeding to grab her purse (which floated through the air towards her) and she walked out the door.

The hospital was only a block from her house, so she walked there, with sunglasses hiding her eyes. The pain in her head was so acute that the light was making her want to vomit.

She noticed, as she passed by pedestrians, that they weren’t talking, but she could hear random words coming from them.

“I hope Dan remembers to pick up the kids from school today,” one redheaded lady said.

“She’s hot!” said a random teenager, presumably about a beautiful young woman walking on the other side of the street.

“Why are there never any cabs when you need one?” a gentleman in an Armani® suit said as he walked impatiently down the street.

At one point, someone bumped into Melody, and without thinking, the person was suddenly on the ground. Apparently, her mind pushed back.

“I’m so sorry,” Melody said as she tried to help the man up from the sidewalk. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he said as he brushed himself off. “Just watch where you are going next time.” Melody almost told him that he was the one who wasn’t looking, but the man had already gone.

This is getting ridiculous now. I wish I could just wake up!

She finally made it to the hospital. She tried to shut out all the noise around her as she attempted to fill out all the stupid forms they have you complete before they let you see anyone.

An hour later, as she was about to leave the hospital with some Cafergot® for her migraine, she saw it. She accidentally walked past a room where a young man was being treated for a gunshot room when he flat lined. The doctors and nurses were working feverishly to save his life.

Melody watched as the spirit of the young man lingered and watched them work on his fragile body.

Melody rushed out of the hospital and all but ran back to her apartment, terrified by what she had seen. She downed a dose of the medicine they had given her, and curled up under the blankets, trying to hide from everything that was happening.

It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, she said to herself over and over until sleep finally managed to take her.

She thought it was all over. Then she woke up the next morning, only to have it all start again, except this time, the pain in her head wasn’t as intense.


Written for: Okay, What If? based on the prompt shown above.


What if I Interviewed Santa Claus?

12/9/2013 Writing challenge. What if you could have a conversation with Santa?

I received a remarkable opportunity today to interview one of the most amazing figures in Christmas history today.  The legendary Santa Claus agreed to sit down with me and have a wonderful heart-to-heart.  He is quite an amazing man!

Me:  So, Santa, you have been a legendary figure since around the 4th century.  What’s it like being so famous?

Santa:  Well, it wasn’t so bad at first.  I was still able to leave my house in the North Pole occasionally to enjoy a night out with the missus without being accosted by the media and such.  But now, with cameras, movies, television and video, it is impossible for us to enjoy a night out without being accosted by the paparazzi.  It gets a little tedious at times.

Me:  I’m sorry to hear that.  That must be very frustrating for you.  Tell me about your beard.  Do you ever shave it off?

Santa:  No, the missus helps me keep it nice and trimmed year-long.  It’s very cold in the North Pole, so it’s a bit of a necessity in order to keep warm.

Me:  What does Mrs. Claus think of your job?

Santa:  I don’t think she quite knew what she was getting into when I first asked her to marry me, but she enjoys baking and cooking for the elves and me.  She even makes these special carrot treats for all the reindeer.  She is a remarkable woman to say the least.

Me:  I would say so.  Will you tell us how the reindeer fly?

Santa:  Ho, ho, ho!  It’s magic, of course!

Me:  Of course.  Well, it’s been wonderful interviewing you.  Thank you so much for taking the time to talk with me.  Is there anything else you would like to say before we conclude our conversation?

Santa:  Yes, remember that you must be good all the time in order to receive a visit from me.  And not just when you think someone is watching you.  It’s more important to be good when you think you are unseen.  That is the true mark of a good spirit.

Me:  Thank you, Santa.  I will definitely keep that in mind, as I am certain all of my readers will do as well.  Merry Christmas!

Santa:  Merry Christmas, Angela!

What if? Weekly writing challenge

Human Cloning: What’s the big deal?

What if you could clone yourself?

What if you could create a clone? Would you do it and if so what would you make your clone do that you don’t want to? What if your clone ends up better at doing things than you are?


Angela Death.0:  I’m going to go write something in my blog.

Angela Death.1:  Okay, I’ll scrub the toilets.

Angela Death.2:  I’ll wash the dishes.

Angela Death.0:  That’s great!  Have fun.  (Types away at her keyboard about the wonders of cloning technology.)

Angela Death.1:  All done with the toilets.  I’m going to start the laundry now.

Angela Death.0:  Awesome!  I’m going to watch Doctor Who on Netflix.  (Begins watching Doctor Who for the millionth time because it never gets old.)

Angela Death.2:  I’m done with the dishes.  What do you want for dinner?

Angela Death.0:  Steak and potatoes would be great!

Angela Death.2:  I’ll just run to the grocery store and pick up a few things then.

Angela Death.0:  Okay, see you later.

This is the general idea of how life might be if they ever perfected and allowed human cloning.  The life of luxury would be amazing.  Of course, when they start fighting back, it might be a problem.  They might want silly things like lives of their own and some such.


Inspired by:  What If? Writing Challenge

What if? Weekly writing challenge

What if you scared me?

My daughter was having a birthday party sleepover with a group of her friends. They were in her room with the door closed and I was listening outside the door as they were telling scary stories. When they got to a particularly climatic point, I started banging on the door and all the girls screamed. Success! Unfortunately though, I scared one girl so much that she started crying. I felt horrible after the fact. I didn’t think I would make them cry. They all seemed old enough to be able to take the joke, but unfortunately this particular girl was more sensitive than the others. I still feel horribly guilty to this day about that.

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“We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.” ~Stephen King

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What if I was a Poltergeist

What if you descended into darkness and became a minion of evil?

I think I would want to be a poltergeist.  I would follow people around and every time they did or said something stupid I would do things to them.

  • Like that boy that likes to wear his pants halfway down his bottom… I would pull his pants down.
  • Or the kid about to get one of those awful plugs in his ear… I would pull and twist on his ear until he screamed.
  • And the girl who falls for the line “don’t worry, you can’t get pregnant the first time”… I would stomp as loud as I could all over the hood of the car until the mood was broken.

I’m sure there are more, but I can’t think of any of them right now.  I guess that’s actually doing the public a service.  I don’t think I’d be a very good minion of evil, but I sure as hell would have a ton of fun being a poltergeist.

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