The words "Who would have believed, in the last years of the Nineteenth Century, that Human affairs were being watched across the timeless gulf of space" in those haunting tones of the acting god that was Richard Burton, is still echoing thorough my tired mind. (apologies if the lyrics are not exactly on the mark). Anyone who knows me will know that the story of the War of the Worlds in its various forms is probibly my favourite of favourite stories. So, I suppose, that when I get a nightmare, it comes in a form I know
And a real nightmare it was. Aliens. Hidden terrors. Sudden and unexpected fears. Sudden and unexpected death!!
I know its accepted that nightmares are part of life. But they are supposed to fade on waking. And why now?
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