Nightmare
Damn it's been a long time since I've had one of those. I can't even remember the last time it's happened. And here I am, still shaking, having woken up from it twenty minutes ago. My primary concern is about some highly embarrassing noises that my dream self made, I don't know if I actually made them but in the dream I was aware enough to silence myself there.
It began as something of a convoluted cycle. Some kind of video game with huge armies, then a chase with nothing actually chasing but strange and familiar things jumping out at me. The chase went through a series of scenaries that could only exist in a dream: I remember a wide corridor, so wide in fact that I didn't notice any walls. There were strange potted plants on the ground near pillars. There was a waterfall from something into the ocean with huge sea monsters playing; an old man (sometimes I was the old man, sometimes I only watched him) just watching the terrible beasts.
And then it started over, as nearly as I can tell. But each time through (maybe twice or three times) it got worse. The initial video game was no game the last time through; there were huge armies that I watched pass me in that corridor. The old man had doubled, and one half was tormenting the other by somehow controlling the beasts. People in disguises hid themselves behind the plants (which stood only two feet or so off the floor).
And then I was with friends in the dorm and it was over, as if gone; a dream. We were talking lightly, nothing meant anything. And then, the worst thing that could happen happened. Actually, perhaps not the worst thing. I'm in no position to judge what could happen or what is worst -- and neither are you because I'm not going to say what happened. But in response to it, I made funny noises. A few of them actually. One I can remember well enough now to emulate, but I probably won't in a few hours.
I woke up. My heart was racing. Seriously. I was sweating, I was shaking. (My heart rate is still up, I'm still shaking.) I took some deep breathes. Tried to convince myself that it was over. Soon I was wide awake, and there wasn't much I could do about it. It wasn't nearly enough sleep for one night, but I'm potentially not going to fall back to sleep. I opened my brothers door, to make sure he was alright, then came back, sat down, and decided to write this all down, and get it off my chest.
It began as something of a convoluted cycle. Some kind of video game with huge armies, then a chase with nothing actually chasing but strange and familiar things jumping out at me. The chase went through a series of scenaries that could only exist in a dream: I remember a wide corridor, so wide in fact that I didn't notice any walls. There were strange potted plants on the ground near pillars. There was a waterfall from something into the ocean with huge sea monsters playing; an old man (sometimes I was the old man, sometimes I only watched him) just watching the terrible beasts.
And then it started over, as nearly as I can tell. But each time through (maybe twice or three times) it got worse. The initial video game was no game the last time through; there were huge armies that I watched pass me in that corridor. The old man had doubled, and one half was tormenting the other by somehow controlling the beasts. People in disguises hid themselves behind the plants (which stood only two feet or so off the floor).
And then I was with friends in the dorm and it was over, as if gone; a dream. We were talking lightly, nothing meant anything. And then, the worst thing that could happen happened. Actually, perhaps not the worst thing. I'm in no position to judge what could happen or what is worst -- and neither are you because I'm not going to say what happened. But in response to it, I made funny noises. A few of them actually. One I can remember well enough now to emulate, but I probably won't in a few hours.
I woke up. My heart was racing. Seriously. I was sweating, I was shaking. (My heart rate is still up, I'm still shaking.) I took some deep breathes. Tried to convince myself that it was over. Soon I was wide awake, and there wasn't much I could do about it. It wasn't nearly enough sleep for one night, but I'm potentially not going to fall back to sleep. I opened my brothers door, to make sure he was alright, then came back, sat down, and decided to write this all down, and get it off my chest.
posted by Corrag at 5:45 AM
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