Blink into a nightmare

A few moments ago I was simply marking papers trying to get as much work done before the days end. I had closed my eyes thinking of being anywhere else but here marking boring history papers on a cold summers day. But I decide to commit and try to look for any more mistakes Dane Sevroski made on the reason the French Revolution occurred.

 
For a second I cannot open my already closed eyes. My mind wants to but my body seems to scream no. There is no pain, no explanation. All I can sense is 'no'.
I push down the feeling thinking its simply me not wanting to read Danes sorry attempts to answer a question he obviously hasn't studied for. So I force myself to open my eyes and start marking, Dane did his part (although minimal) so I will do mine.

 
My eyelids struggle to open but shift slowly and heavily as they carry the image of this new world Ive entered. A world without the comfort I had grown bored to. Without my classroom. Without my stiff chair. Without my framed picture of my wife and sisters.

 
A blank expanse with a strange painting is all I see. A Painting that is simply in this existence floating and shifting. A Painting of what seems to be a historical building with white houses next to it. There are mountains and trees as well as green grass that paints this place with ease although fuzzy. But that ease can only be found in the painting, everything outside of it is filled with the blackness of nothing painted with dread.

 
Where am I? This is a dream. Your eyes are still closed just open them. This is a nightmare just wake up! PInchyourselfMoveYourHandsLOOKAWAYFROMIT!!! CLOSEYOUREYES! CLoSe yOUr eyES.

 
I see her. It. I see the thing that has always been here with me in front of the black expanse. In front of the painting. In front of me. She is smiling with her arms outstretched as if to welcome me in her world. But she is unmoving, a statue of living flesh tearing at its own existence. Her skin and clothes stretch out into glass shards ready to shatter from the the slightest noise, yet there are gaps in her body. Endless expanses of nothing, that hold her fragile existence together. Creating a creature not meant for any world yet to be discovered. She is the destroyer of all creation and the very idea of it. She is incomprehensible and the bane to my sanity.

 
I know there are tears running down my cheeks but I cannot wipe them away. I cannot move my hands to block my eyes from the nightmare. I cannot stop looking at this creature that I wish was simply a woman standing and smiling at me. I am trapped in my body forced to witness this abomination. Faced with a creature that makes me question the very existence of myself and every action I've ever taken.

 
Was I even at school today? Did I ever marry my high school sweet heart? Ive imagined it haven't I. This is my punishment for dreaming up a life too happy to live by. No man should have so much peace and love in his house. Why did I look down upon it. This is a gift I should appreciate for I already lost everything. WHYDIDiCLOSEmyEYES!

 
It was when she spoke that I shattered. Her smile was still there taunting me when something shifted around me. 'Glass shattering' was my first thought and the pain of it could then be felt all over me. With every shard that cut, a memory of me using certain words surfaced to my mind so fast I couldn't understand. My nose ruptures as the stench of those jumbled memories and moments tear through me with the sound of plates and glass falling to the ground, bursting my ears.
I suddenly see words float on my vision. The words that my ears and body tried to relate to me but got destroyed trying. Only when my shattered mind started hallucinating the words did I understand what she had said.

 
"I am Catherine, the Queen Mother, and I welcome you to the realm. I do so look forward to learning all there is to know about you."

 
Soon after seeing those words, I fall to the ground. This is the first time I’m able to move and it is only because my brain cannot handle the stress anymore. Drool starts to pool at my lips mixing together with the flood of blood from my nose and ears. I start to feel micro fractures running across my skin. My eyes slowly fade and I somehow know that she was beginning to destroy my very existence.

 
So I finally close my eyes.