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Nightmare
Yesterday, I took a nap and rested my body on my usually uncomfortable bed. However, my body was too tired to be picky and just conformed to the bed's bumpy nature. Then I fell asleep fast; care-free and very peaceful...
An hour later, I started having this weird dream. A dream where I know it's a dream, but I can't control it. My body suddenly became paralyzed. At that point, I begged myself to wake up, but my mouth was shut and my whole body was glued to the bed. I was lying down sideways with only one eye opened.
I was half-awake and half-asleep. I was sure about that. The environment was not manipulated by the dream, I just lost control of my body. I opened and closed my eye several times hoping that I would wake up. But the more I struggled the more I suffered. After my third attempt of trying to free myself from my own sick imagination, I saw a girl in the corner of my room. She was wearing all black and was very, very pale...
She got closer and closer, then she jumped right behind me. I closed my eyes for the last time. I didn't want to open it, instead I started to think of reasons why I was having such a horrid dream: voodoo? death? guilt? When I opened my eyes, I saw her upside down face not even an inch away from mine.
Then I finally woke up gasping for air, swimming in a pool of sweat.
Later that night, I had difficulty sleeping because I feared that I might meet her again. Whoever she is. She appeared during the day, and there's no reason for her to not come again at night.
I hate those dreams, and I definitely don't want those dreams to come true.
An hour later, I started having this weird dream. A dream where I know it's a dream, but I can't control it. My body suddenly became paralyzed. At that point, I begged myself to wake up, but my mouth was shut and my whole body was glued to the bed. I was lying down sideways with only one eye opened.
I was half-awake and half-asleep. I was sure about that. The environment was not manipulated by the dream, I just lost control of my body. I opened and closed my eye several times hoping that I would wake up. But the more I struggled the more I suffered. After my third attempt of trying to free myself from my own sick imagination, I saw a girl in the corner of my room. She was wearing all black and was very, very pale...
She got closer and closer, then she jumped right behind me. I closed my eyes for the last time. I didn't want to open it, instead I started to think of reasons why I was having such a horrid dream: voodoo? death? guilt? When I opened my eyes, I saw her upside down face not even an inch away from mine.
Then I finally woke up gasping for air, swimming in a pool of sweat.
Later that night, I had difficulty sleeping because I feared that I might meet her again. Whoever she is. She appeared during the day, and there's no reason for her to not come again at night.
I hate those dreams, and I definitely don't want those dreams to come true.
05 May, 2006 | Dee said something at 12:20 PM