Nightmares! What is up with that?
Ok so this happen last week, but I am still shaken up by it and figured the old LJ might help me stop thinkin about it. Ok Sunday night last week, I had what can best be described as Fear Nightmare. I think everyone has them at times. Your fear, your phobia slaps you around a little bit to make sure remember why you still fear them.
My fear is snakes. We, friends of mine (not sure who specifically what there), were helping another friend clean their new house out. Under the basement stairs there was snake nest (sure I know snakes don't really nest or colonize). I was hanging from a chain from there that hung from the ceiling and was terrible into waking. It really was just fear, very clear fear.
Monday night was much different: My Sisters husbands, Chris and Nathan and I were going to the store. We were in the mountains of Colorado. Well the person driving (not any of the three of us) decided it would be funny to take a shortcut which took us terribly close to the edge. After going around a corner something happened (this I am not clear of, maybe we bounced?) and we went over the edge. I remember know I was going to die and know that there was nothing I could do to stop it. As we were falling Nathan screamed from the bottom of his being no but there was nothing we could do. Next the car hit a tree that was protruding and knocked me from the car. I landed in a tree but only suffered cut and bruise. Luck was on my side. I never saw what happen to the car though. I wonder for a bit. Bleeding profusely from a wound on my right hand and I think maybe from my head because I kept having to wipe something out my eyes. I think somewhere around this point I started to realize that I survive and that is when I started feeling sick. I had an uncontrollable sense to loose it and start screaming at the top of my lungs but that is when they found me, a lady immediately came over and began to help me up a hill that lead to a resort. The medic took a look at me and started to patch me up. I think I must have blacked out at this point because the next thing I remember were my parents coming in. My mother had obviously been crying. The hugged me and thanked God I was I live. This when I lost it, I was a live but why! My sisters husbands were both dead and I got to walk away from it pretty much unharmed! It didn't make any sense.
This is where the real nightmare starts. The terror started, Why me. Why not them. I remember I started punching something and reopened the wound in my hand, but this time it wasn't blood that came out, it was rage and terror. I couldn't see straight and BOOM I woke up unable to breathe and fists clenched so hard my hand was bleeding.
So what does it all mean? I have no clue but it stuck with me and even now I can feel that same sinking feeling just thinking about it.
Ah, and irony on top of Irony, My character at SI had nightmares too...
My fear is snakes. We, friends of mine (not sure who specifically what there), were helping another friend clean their new house out. Under the basement stairs there was snake nest (sure I know snakes don't really nest or colonize). I was hanging from a chain from there that hung from the ceiling and was terrible into waking. It really was just fear, very clear fear.
Monday night was much different: My Sisters husbands, Chris and Nathan and I were going to the store. We were in the mountains of Colorado. Well the person driving (not any of the three of us) decided it would be funny to take a shortcut which took us terribly close to the edge. After going around a corner something happened (this I am not clear of, maybe we bounced?) and we went over the edge. I remember know I was going to die and know that there was nothing I could do to stop it. As we were falling Nathan screamed from the bottom of his being no but there was nothing we could do. Next the car hit a tree that was protruding and knocked me from the car. I landed in a tree but only suffered cut and bruise. Luck was on my side. I never saw what happen to the car though. I wonder for a bit. Bleeding profusely from a wound on my right hand and I think maybe from my head because I kept having to wipe something out my eyes. I think somewhere around this point I started to realize that I survive and that is when I started feeling sick. I had an uncontrollable sense to loose it and start screaming at the top of my lungs but that is when they found me, a lady immediately came over and began to help me up a hill that lead to a resort. The medic took a look at me and started to patch me up. I think I must have blacked out at this point because the next thing I remember were my parents coming in. My mother had obviously been crying. The hugged me and thanked God I was I live. This when I lost it, I was a live but why! My sisters husbands were both dead and I got to walk away from it pretty much unharmed! It didn't make any sense.
This is where the real nightmare starts. The terror started, Why me. Why not them. I remember I started punching something and reopened the wound in my hand, but this time it wasn't blood that came out, it was rage and terror. I couldn't see straight and BOOM I woke up unable to breathe and fists clenched so hard my hand was bleeding.
So what does it all mean? I have no clue but it stuck with me and even now I can feel that same sinking feeling just thinking about it.
Ah, and irony on top of Irony, My character at SI had nightmares too...