Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Jesus Christ!Ever have one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming but can't wake up? You try and try to force yourself to wake up, and then you think you've done it... you sit up in bed, get up and everything... but you're still trapped inside the dream.
I just had one of those.
Must've 'woken up' over a dozen times but still couldn't get out.
I'm writing it here so I don't forget, coz you just know that by morning it'll have gone.
Oddly, I was in my own bed... but it wasn't here, it was back in the family home where I gew up, and my mum and dad were asleep in the next room, or on another occasion I was in the bedroom of my first flat on this estate... both times though the head of the bed was against the window. Another time seemed to be connected to one of the jobs I used to do...they knew I was in trouble or something, and sent a power surge down the phone line to try and purge the system... which worried me coz I though it might blow up my dsl modem. This in itself is odd coz I've only ever had dsl here. Just shows how interwoven the whole thing was.
So the thing is... each time I woke, I couldnt move, couldnt speak or shout... and I sure tried... and there was someone or something in the room... often just a shadow, or a flickering light... or a flickering shadow hovering over the bed. This thing was attacking me. Sometimes it would just rip the quilt off the bed, another time it was trying to smother me, and another it threw me right out of the bed.
The very last time... no last time but one... or two, before I managed to wake up for real, I managed to get out of bed. I pulled the light chord but the lights didn't work. The room was huge and this thing was in there with me. I finally found the door and got onto the landing, but there were still no lights. I opened the door to my parents bedroom and they were there, but really pissed off that I'd opened their door. So they came into my room to see what was wrong and there was this 'thing', like a tall red and black almost liquid moving column of something,,, maybe energy... and it was *me*.... and it was coming for me. It was angry that I'd escaped.
At this point I knew I was still dreaming and started thrashing about.. I got up, still no lights, telling myself "wake up wake up wake up", walked across the huge dark room and went out of the door... found myself in some kind of darkened corridoor or reception area, deffinitely work related... and knew I was still dreaming, so I opened my eyes, forced myself to put out the cigarette I was smokinng and put the ashtray on the floor... it was so hard to move and not close my eyes again...
And then I woke up for real, threw the quilt off, sat up straight away, turned on the light, checked I really was in my own room, got up got dressed came in here and wrote this.
Now I don't want to go back to bed.
Labels: dreams
Steve 9:24 PM [+]
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