Nightmares are scary and strange. We often cannot remember what the nightmares are about. Here is one example of a nasty nightmare.
The night was dark and moonless. I was walking on a thin sheet of ice. Suddenly, I came across a sinister figure. Could it be? Yes, it was the Jolly Green Giant. He was not in a ho, ho, ho mood. He was spitting out green peas the size of watermelons. He was out of control. Fortunately, I ducked for cover under an elm tree. I breathed a sigh of relief. A few minutes later, I was whisked to a swamp land. I was terrified.
Freddy Krueger wanted to give me a high five. I decided to pass. Next, I was confronted by the One Eyed Cyclops. Funny, the giant had five eyes. He sneezed and sent me flying into a swamp. I saw Kermit the Frog doing a side stroke. I also saw Shrek tossing Donkey into the air for fun. Unfortunately, a humongous anaconda was about to swallow me up. He would have swallowed me whole if it wasn’t for the intervention of Pee Wee Herman. He harpooned the horrible snake. I wanted to thank Pee Wee, but I missed him as he rode off on his Pee Wee cycle.
I felt much better after my narrow escape. Now I was on dry land. The sun came out and the sky was blue. Ah, the nightmare was over or so I thought. The final insult to my nightmare occurred when twenty clones of Barney the Dinosaur approached me. They kept on chanting, “I love you. You love me.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Go away!”
I woke up ten seconds later. I was shaking all over. It was only a nightmare I said to myself. My doorbell rang a little while later. I opened the door and was surrounded by dozens of Teletubbies. Oh no, the nightmare wasn’t over. Help! I’m about to be devoured by Tinkie Winkie. Gulp!