An unrestful night
Last night I woke up strangely uncomfortable. I suppose uncomfortable isn't the correct word for what I felt. Vexatious is much more appropriate. I know dreams only take up the span of maybe a few moments, but the visions I experienced last night felt like days.
Was it my mind's eye? Were these just hallucinative visions that keep myself occupied at night? Or was there more at hand?
Even now, as I attempt to recall the dream, I find myself at odds. In the solitary comfort of my room I know there are no boogey men, haunts, or fiends that would take me off into the cold, black grip of the night. It was a dream and nothing more.
I used to have similar experiences when I was younger. I've experienced many night terrors that would plague me well after I've jumped up from sleeping. I always wondered, if I'm still looking at whatever thing had disturbed me at "rest", yet I can sense and even see it well into my initial waking moments, is it still there? Am I just just so stressed from my nightmare that my mind is telling me something's there? I've always wondered if there's really more to dreams than what we perceive nowadays.
I say "nowadays" because I tend to consider myself a man of science. Hormones, glands, memories, and current stress levels prior to laying down for the night. These are what cause dreams. Not the strange, macabre, and twisted visions that grasp at me while I rest. Right? There aren't any supernatural creatures that control our experiences. There just simply can't be. Could've been the left over soup I had for dinner. Maybe the chicken wasn't cooked all the way through. Maybe Kinsey is right, and I shouldn't have bought that brand of frozen soup.
The dream is almost entirely gone now. I can just barely recall a face of sorts. Twisted. Eyes protruding in places that would almost certainly serve no real purpose. Glistening tentacles reaching out to me. I think going to the aquarium had brought that on. Seeing those aquatic creatures really is like looking into another world. Looking into another world is essentially what dreaming is, only it's not a tangible world.
It's strange, I also seem to recall, right before truly grasping a hold of my senses, a slithering sound coming from somewhere in the vicinity of my closet. It was closed this morning when I woke up. I never close my closet.
Did I rise up from my bed and close it last night in a dreaming stupor? I think that most likely I have.
Was it my mind's eye? Were these just hallucinative visions that keep myself occupied at night? Or was there more at hand?
Even now, as I attempt to recall the dream, I find myself at odds. In the solitary comfort of my room I know there are no boogey men, haunts, or fiends that would take me off into the cold, black grip of the night. It was a dream and nothing more.
I used to have similar experiences when I was younger. I've experienced many night terrors that would plague me well after I've jumped up from sleeping. I always wondered, if I'm still looking at whatever thing had disturbed me at "rest", yet I can sense and even see it well into my initial waking moments, is it still there? Am I just just so stressed from my nightmare that my mind is telling me something's there? I've always wondered if there's really more to dreams than what we perceive nowadays.
I say "nowadays" because I tend to consider myself a man of science. Hormones, glands, memories, and current stress levels prior to laying down for the night. These are what cause dreams. Not the strange, macabre, and twisted visions that grasp at me while I rest. Right? There aren't any supernatural creatures that control our experiences. There just simply can't be. Could've been the left over soup I had for dinner. Maybe the chicken wasn't cooked all the way through. Maybe Kinsey is right, and I shouldn't have bought that brand of frozen soup.
The dream is almost entirely gone now. I can just barely recall a face of sorts. Twisted. Eyes protruding in places that would almost certainly serve no real purpose. Glistening tentacles reaching out to me. I think going to the aquarium had brought that on. Seeing those aquatic creatures really is like looking into another world. Looking into another world is essentially what dreaming is, only it's not a tangible world.
It's strange, I also seem to recall, right before truly grasping a hold of my senses, a slithering sound coming from somewhere in the vicinity of my closet. It was closed this morning when I woke up. I never close my closet.
Did I rise up from my bed and close it last night in a dreaming stupor? I think that most likely I have.