This Morning's Dream
I was back in college, living in a house with two other women. On my first evening in the house, I brought some friends from home over. We chatted in my house-mate's room, discussing what type of a person she was. Then she walked in, looking none too pleased at us rifling through her things and invading her space. From this point on, I tried very hard to please my house-mates, but it seemed like everything I did was wrong. This led to feelings of inadequacy.
At school, my life was not much better. I defied authority and constantly got into trouble, but only because I felt something was not quite right. It seemed as though everyone was walking through a fog, not seeing what truly laid before them. People were not who they appeared to be. As I looked for clues to support my paranoid beliefs, I happened upon a hidden door on the third floor of the library.
Though it was well disguised, I recognized it for what it was - a door to the hidden lair of evil beings. I quietly slipped inside, but a hypnotized minion discovered me. Being a peaceful person, I didn't want to fight, but it was my life or his. I stabbed him repeatedly with sharpened reeds of wood, my heart pumping frantically as adrenaline electrified my body, but it barely hindered his onslaught. Blood soaked hands made my weapons difficult to grip as I tried to escape. Finally, I tackled him to the ground, stabbing mindlessly until I was slick with blood. My anguished cries resounded against brick walls until nothing came out but gasping, guttural sobs.
I woke up, my chest tight with fear and sorrow. It took a long time of deep, controlled breathing before I calmed down.
Lasting emotions from the dream:
Loneliness from having no friends
Inadequacy due to a lack of fitting in
Fear of evil and death
Terror at the attempt on my life
Anguish at the life I took
What a shitty dream.
At school, my life was not much better. I defied authority and constantly got into trouble, but only because I felt something was not quite right. It seemed as though everyone was walking through a fog, not seeing what truly laid before them. People were not who they appeared to be. As I looked for clues to support my paranoid beliefs, I happened upon a hidden door on the third floor of the library.
Though it was well disguised, I recognized it for what it was - a door to the hidden lair of evil beings. I quietly slipped inside, but a hypnotized minion discovered me. Being a peaceful person, I didn't want to fight, but it was my life or his. I stabbed him repeatedly with sharpened reeds of wood, my heart pumping frantically as adrenaline electrified my body, but it barely hindered his onslaught. Blood soaked hands made my weapons difficult to grip as I tried to escape. Finally, I tackled him to the ground, stabbing mindlessly until I was slick with blood. My anguished cries resounded against brick walls until nothing came out but gasping, guttural sobs.
I woke up, my chest tight with fear and sorrow. It took a long time of deep, controlled breathing before I calmed down.
Lasting emotions from the dream:
Loneliness from having no friends
Inadequacy due to a lack of fitting in
Fear of evil and death
Terror at the attempt on my life
Anguish at the life I took
What a shitty dream.