One For Mulder and Scully

Dazzling, synthetic lights emanate from polished silver, Penetrating my deep, chemically induced sleep. Blinking sensitive eyes, I raise my swirling head. I sit up and walk into a corridor of glass display cases. Rustic farm tools, mannequins wearing clothing from the past and present fashions, pottery from long ago… A collection of some kind, featuring timeless treasures and ordinary items of little to no monetary value. A discombobulated hoard of flea market finds? I came to another display difficult to make sense of…another display of mannequins except these wore no clothing and floated in some viscous liquid. A chill went up my spine and I knew not why until…one opened their eyes and looked at me! I awaken. Bright sunlight streams into my bedroom windows. I recall everything in a moment of time. Sitting up, pain and horror, a poisonous flower blossom opening red petals in my mind… A nightmare or mad illusion? I see nothing but my room, and hear nothing now but… … silence.