Arizona (click the button @ bottom of plyr for proper size)

When I was 6 my parents loaded up their '63 Volvo & we took a 7 day drive from NY to our new home in LA, CA. About 4 days into the journey we arrived in Sadona, Arizona, for a brief stay with some friends.
I remember a beautiful creek where my father & I hunted for lizards & watched as fish jumped from a waterfall. I made friends with the local kids & it seems we spent much more than a few days there.
One night, as I slept in the spare bedroom... (or den), I was suddenly awake. I found myself laying perfectly still, staring at one of the doorways leading into the room. To my horror a child came walking into the room. But I remember thinking..."but something's not right." It's head was much larger than normal... like an enormous egg sitting sideways on it's neck. It's eyes were equally as out of proportion. But most strange was the way it's hair was matted to it's head, & striped with indented lines, like play doh. I remember thinking, "It's like it's trying to look like a child."
The horrid little thing came walking right towards me, it's gigantic eyes fixed on me & to this day I've never felt horror like that. I was so afraid I had to close my eyes, but once I did I found I was too afraid to keep them shut. So I kept opening & closing them. When I opened them the first time the thing was right in my face! I was paralized with fear & at the same time felt I would jump out of my own skin. I closed my eyes again & when I opened them I saw the back of the 'child' leaving through the second doorway. In my 6 year old mind I remember thinking of the phrase, "pinch me, I'm dreaming." I actually pinched my arm to make sure I was awake. It hurt and I thought, "I'm awake."
The eggheads came & went... about 3 or 4 of them I can remember. First a girl, her yellow clay like pig tails unmoving as she approached, then a boy with brown play doh hair, then a girl... I woke up to find the morning light streaming through the window. My thoughts turned immediately to the events of the previous night. Instinctively I looked towards the doorway the 'children'had been entering. It was gone. There was only one door in the room. So I reluctantly decided I must have been dreaming.
I never told anyone about this dream until I was in my 20's driving back & forth to gigs with my best friend, Trina. It was then that it occurred to me, having finally said it all out loud for the first time as much to myself as to her, that perhaps I wasn't dreaming after all.

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