Lying on the alcove couch and daydreaming out of the cobwebs of my mind, a name appeared that in my youth scared the hell out of me.
My mother used to try to control my childhood misdeeds by saying, “Pasoof, the Golem will get you.”
She painted into my mind images of the GOLEM I will never forget.
Sometimes I wake up in a sweat.
I was running from this Golem.
His large pointed teeth were dripping disgusting saliva.
His giant step grabbed me, there was no escape.
On his chest was a huge star-shaped object.
In my screaming panic, I grabbed and turned it.
With me in his arms, the giant Golem collapsed.
I fell to the ground and ran away.
I saw a big empty ash can.
I jumped into it and put the cover over my head.
No one, not even the Golem would find me.
I suddenly woke up.
I realized it was all a dream, a nightmare.
I felt someone shaking me.
I opened my eyes.
A smiling face, Chi-Chi, was hanging over me.
“Morrie,” she said, pointing to my wall clock. “It’s 7:30, time to get up, I’ve cooked some oatmeal.”
With a huge sigh of relief, I realized I was dreaming.
I had a nightmare.
Something all of us have.
(August 1, 2022)