One, two…

One, two,

Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,

Knock at the door,

Five, six,

Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight,

Lay them straight;

Nine, ten,

A big fat hen.


 
It's so strange how this nursery rhyme reminds me of a nightmare I used to have years ago that was close to the boogey man nightmare we all have.

In the nightmare, I'm running down a dark street really fast, only I can't seem to be moving; behind me is a huge, angry guy with those crazy weapons they carry in horror movies coming closer and closer, weird thing is they never seem to be putting quite the effort I'm putting in the chase. The nursery rhyme is always playing in the background, getting louder and louder, covering my wails and screams from anyone who might care, which is pretty unlikely as the street is dark with no sign of life. He's getting dangerously close, the rhyme is getting louder, "seven, eight, lay them straight.." my fate seems pretty much doomed, my panic is on fever pitch, my fate is pretty much sealed at this point. Then I wake up, and for a few seconds, I lay there wondering how in the hell I escaped certain death.



My nightmares have since grown in maturity, which is pretty ordinary stuff like the man I'm secretly in love with marrying the bitch I can't stand, my name missing from the graduation list on the actual graduation day after my folks have hired a van for my relas, getting herpes, the clap or Chlamydia from the man of my dreams…you know, the usual mid-grown up stuff.