Terrifying Early Alien Concept Art for EDGE OF TOMORROW by Kev Jenkins
You may have noticed my absence last week. Mother Nature decided that breathing was a privilege that apparently, is revocable. At first I thought it was the usual fall leaf mold irritating my sinuses. Then it worsened to a chest rattling cough and fever.
I am not one to run to the doctor for a simple cold. I’ve got this! A few hot toddies and some daytime medications and I’ll be as good as new. The daytime meds helped me to breathe, and reduced the cough, but made no dent in the sinus fog and headache. This thing has really kicked my butt. It worsened to the point that I admitted defeat and sought the urgent care center – eventually.
During the worst of it, bundled up in my daughter’s snuggie, box of tissues tucked in beside me, small trash bin in the floor right in front of the sofa, hot tea on the coaster, battling between fever and chills I did something that I abhor. I became a rapid clicker.
I hate it when the hubs gets clicker crazed. I have taken the batteries out before. We bought a TV with PIP so he could satisfy his clicker addiction. Instead of clicking through his channels in the tiny window, he puts what I was watching on the tiny window and begins the run through. It’s never about what’s on, it’s always what else is on.
He was at work during the day, so the TV was all mine. I didn’t know if I was contagious or not, but my ribs hurt from coughing so hard and with a fever I figured it wasn’t a good idea for human interaction. As the couch accepted me as part of its own, I searched through the channels. It isn’t fair that when I have control of the clicker, there is nothing on during the day. What is the line – 57 channels and there’s nothing on? I don’t know how many channels there are, a bunch. I finally came to rest on my favorite channel – HGTV. I dozed off watching Property Brothers.
Do you have any idea the sort of dreams that a combination of daytime cough and cold medication + high fever + lack of proper oxygen can produce? Once I get them sorted, I may be able to write a best-selling psychotropic horror. At one point there was this mechanoid beta monster that made this high-pitched keening noise before it pounced on its prey. It then proceeded to shred the helpless victim as it threw back its head and gulped down hunks of flesh. I was hoping that I had completely morphed into part of the sofa as my heart raced, because in my psychotropic vision it was right there in my living room, just four feet away from me. It was a combination of the alpha from that Tom Cruise movie – Edge of Tomorrow and a powerful chainsaw used to cut down 6 foot diameter trees. I woke to Yard Crashers, where they were indeed cutting down an old overgrown tree with the biggest chainsaw I’ve ever seen in my life.
The lucid moments were fleeting, as I slipped back into REM sleep, where the fever cocktail had its way with my imagination. All I can say is WOW! That night, when I tried to regale my husband with moments of my dreams he strongly suggested that I go to Urgent Care. I admitted defeat and took his advice.
I’ve been over 24 hours without a fever now, I think I’m finally on the mend. As I work to process the mad dreams and play catch up on the work I’ve missed, I can’t help but think that a couple of those terrifying dreams might make for interesting tales, some Forbidden Planet type of yarn . Maybe. For now, I have a lot to catch up on. I prefer to be ahead of the curve. Until I reach the point where I feel I’ve got some wiggle room, I’m still continuing my hot toddy. You know, for good measure.
Till next time –