For Writober Prompt: TECH TAKEOVER

Was it really that long ago, thought the Nightmare Man as he sat at his desk, that he used to be able to look at his list of horses and match them up to a Sleeper.

He called them all ” Sleepers”  truth be told,  never bothered to learn their names. As far as he was concerned they were one big brain sitting in one fat head and all he had to do was send a Nightmare out to pay the Sleeper a visit.

His function was to choose a mare from his stables  who had a very tasty morsels – glorious images in bright colors floating in her dark heart that needed to be released. If his Mares let those images build up inside of them they blew apart and he wasn’t sure the Universe could handle another blast like that.

Recently though, Nightmare man was having issues.

Nightmare Man always waited at the end of the World for his Nightmares to return to their Stables.

As usual he found the right Mare for the right Sleeper and sent them out, but they were all returning at dawn with a glare in their milky Opal colored eyes that told him they had all failed on their ride.

That last ride did it.

One evening Nightmare Man went up and found a fat sleeping head and he slipped right in.

When he did that the Dreamer woke up and  wasn’t  able to open their eyes or scream or call out for help. He knew they felt a terrible pressure on their chest and they would swear when they woke up that they could feel someone watching them.

Of course that wasn’t true. Nightmare Man couldn’t  watch them because he was inside of their head snooping around.

On this night he found the Dreamers head full of flashing little eyes, he heard a mix of angry voices, music, clicking and snapping and popping and ringing.

He had never heard so much noise in a head since heads were invented.

Nightmare went back to his home at the End of The World.

He went to his dark, study and sat at his desk and he kicked the leg of his desk that started up the machine that sat on top of it.

He stared into the screen, his fingers danced over the keyboard, but they didn’t pick up anything from his Mares- not an image, not a sound. Nothing.

Well, he told himself, people are always so sad, or scared sometimes happy when they woke up from their dreams but they always woke up.

Sitting there in the semi-darkness   try as he might, Nightmare Man had the terrible feeling he was not going to wake up from this nightmare.