One moment Barbara was putting her beer bottle on the coffee table, the next she was into a dream. That was how it always happened. No preamble, no feeling of being drowsy, though most TV programmes were guaranteed to send her into a dream. She was at Terry's house, but not as it was during her marriage. Barbara had only seen the house a few times since their divorce, yet her dreaming mind remembered every detail. She was there, Tess, the bitch who'd stolen her husband, her life. She wanted to tell her how much she hated her, but only a guttural roar came out. Tess looked scared though, terrified !
"No, please no !" She screamed.
Claws, her claws, were grabbing Tess and throwing her face down on the new carpet Terry had bought a few months after the divorce. The bastard had changed everything, as if trying to erase her from his life, his memories.
"What are you doing ?"
Terry, alive again ! She'd killed him in at least a dozen dreams, but like Freddy Kruger, he kept coming back. Nothing inventive this time, she ripped off his head and concentrated on the screaming Tess. Somewhere in her mind she knew that Tess hadn't been the homewrecker, Terry hadn't even known her then. He hadn't started bonking nineteen year old temps, or moved in a Barbie lookalike. Tess was her age and Terry had met her at a poetry reading. Still, the bitch had to suffer and die, horribly.
"Ruaaaaarrgghhh."
A roar now, that was new, she'd never had a roar in her dreams before. She dug a talon into Tess's back, enjoying the way she screamed and tried to crawl away. Really enjoying it, no regrets, no restraints. She dug her talons in and ripped off Tess's blouse and a good six inched of skin.
"No, no, please no.............."
Tess was becoming repetitive, which made Barbara even more pissed off with her. How deep would she have to push in a claw to pierce a lung ? She pressed and felt a rib slide past and then a little bloody bubbling goo appeared. That was easy, too easy and Tess had passed out. The dream creature was hungry and needed to feed. She pushed razor sharp talons into Tess's back and pulled, breaking ribs, rending flesh and exposing a heart that was still beating. Barbara heard a purring sound and realised it was her, as she pushed her jaws into Tess and began chewing.
