Henry's Dream

Henry woke up with the slow realisation that he was on his bathroom floor in a pool of vomit. The weak light entering from the skylight above him indicated he had been in this situation for at least 4 hours, and soon he would have to wipe the clammy, boozy sweat from his brow and heave himself off the floor and onwards through another day at the office. These realities came back to him like the returning tide, carrying away the horrors his subconcious had knitted together in his dreams. One scene from such a dream was stubbornly vivid and unforgettable, a recurring sequence of images driving knives into his conscience. It begins with Henry walking through a cramped corridor, invoking a sense of fear and the desire to move forward with a desperation bordering on mania. This corridor eventually ends in a heavy wooden door, which opens onto a small, smoky room. At the front of this room is a small stage, and in the center, lit by a harsh spotlight, is Cheryl. She is alone, although Henry gets the sense that he’s just missed the party. He’s looking directly at Cheryl, but she’s not acknowledging him. She’s looking out into the dark corners with her usual bovine expression. upon closer inspection, he notices she’s wearing a lot of make-up, messily applied, creating a caricature of her blunt features, painting lips and eyes where her own assets fall short. She's wearing a glittering dress with a plunging neckline, from which shapeless massive tits strain against delicate fabric. A slit up one side reveals a massive thigh, flesh folding in on itself once before pinching together at the knee. She begins singing, in an embarrassed, wavering voice, a Dire Straights song which Henry often enjoyed whilst drunk in his Mercedes - but which he could not tolerate at any other time. Her small awkward voice rises to a shrill wail and a pained cry as her flesh tears apart from her massive, expanding weight. Excruciatingly slowly, each layer of viscera, fat and muscle exposes itself as her cries finally give way to gurgles. At this point Henry laughs and claps loudly, whooping with delight, pleased with the show.