Haiku time once again. These are pretty dark.
DI Sam Tyler
and DCI Sam Tyler
are in my bedroom.
The injuries that
they sustained when they had died,
cover their bodies.
Drenched from the river
A gash on his face where he
went through the windscreen.
Covered with red blood
His bones poking through his skin
He grins up at me.
Two Sam Tylers limp
towards me, their hands outstretched
reaching for my throat.
Sam, dead in both worlds.
I will be joining him soon.
There is no escape.
Nowhere left to run
I jerk awake with a scream.
Was it just a dream?
A message of doom?
Or just my fear that I will
end up like Sam did?
Was it a warning?
Or was it just a nightmare?
Just what does it mean?
Which one was the real
Sam Tyler, or were they both
fake? How would I know?
Sam had chosen the
seventies reality,
maybe the drowned one?
I need to figure
this out before I go back
to bed. Important.
If it was just a
dream, why is there a puddle
on my bedroom floor?