Nightmare
I should really not just post all the negative here, but to tell the truth it makes me feel a little better, maybe its because im not very good at "talking" about stuff that sucks, but oh well, i will stop rambling now and tell you about the awful nightmare I had.
Usually I like my vivid dreams but this is an example where my vividness in dreams is definitely a bad thing:
I was lying in bed, in my old room at the Barracks and I was fast asleep, when I felt the cold touch of something on my leg, under the covers. At this point, I realise that I am dreaming (in my dream) about the night that the man broke into my room in April last year.
This is bad enough, as the experience was megga creepy and frightening, but I start to get confused, when I turn over and instead of the man calmly standing up and backing out of the room (as he did in real life), he proceeds to sit down on my bed.
His hand, which is what I felt on my leg and what woke me up, moves further up my leg as he places his other hand over my mouth.
My mind races, ordering my body to fight, to use all the martial arts and self defence I have to save myself, but I cant move. It is as if I am frozen. Then suddenly I remember that my brother was sleeping on the couch close to me, and I manage to turn my head to try and see him.
But when I see the couch it is empty. It is at this point that I start to scream and woke myself up.
I find it strange that this experience has resurfaced in my subconscious so long after the fact. Despite the horrible experience (which in real life was much less horrible than this dream), this is the first time that I have dreamt about it.
I wonder what brought it on?
Usually I like my vivid dreams but this is an example where my vividness in dreams is definitely a bad thing:
I was lying in bed, in my old room at the Barracks and I was fast asleep, when I felt the cold touch of something on my leg, under the covers. At this point, I realise that I am dreaming (in my dream) about the night that the man broke into my room in April last year.
This is bad enough, as the experience was megga creepy and frightening, but I start to get confused, when I turn over and instead of the man calmly standing up and backing out of the room (as he did in real life), he proceeds to sit down on my bed.
His hand, which is what I felt on my leg and what woke me up, moves further up my leg as he places his other hand over my mouth.
My mind races, ordering my body to fight, to use all the martial arts and self defence I have to save myself, but I cant move. It is as if I am frozen. Then suddenly I remember that my brother was sleeping on the couch close to me, and I manage to turn my head to try and see him.
But when I see the couch it is empty. It is at this point that I start to scream and woke myself up.
I find it strange that this experience has resurfaced in my subconscious so long after the fact. Despite the horrible experience (which in real life was much less horrible than this dream), this is the first time that I have dreamt about it.
I wonder what brought it on?