Does the body rule the mind?
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[Despite having retired to bed at a reasonable hour, John has been tossing and turning all night between slipping into shallow sleep and regaining consciousness. He’s currently asleep, though it’s a fitful slumber with arms and legs thrashing as he rolls from side to side, occasionally emitting the odd incoherent word or sentence.
The nightmare is one that he’s lived before time and time again, though each time it differs slightly. He’s surrounded by fellow soldiers, friends, when an ambush takes place. There’s the deafening sound of gunfire ringing in his ears as his heart races and his breaths grow heavier, the adrenaline taking over as he takes cover, firing off the odd bullet in the direction of the attackers.
As he’s pulled out of the battle field, waking up too quickly when the bullet embeds itself into his shoulder, he screams out what sounds like ‘no’ once, twice, three times, and then jolts upright, sitting up on the bed with sweat covering his body and making what little of the covers are still over him stick to his skin.
John takes a moment to recover, lying back with his eyes closed tight as he takes in deep breaths, exhaling slowly, and allowing a few salty tears to escape from his eyes and leak down his face until he pulls himself together and gets out of the bed to start the day with a shower and a cup of tea.]
[Despite having retired to bed at a reasonable hour, John has been tossing and turning all night between slipping into shallow sleep and regaining consciousness. He’s currently asleep, though it’s a fitful slumber with arms and legs thrashing as he rolls from side to side, occasionally emitting the odd incoherent word or sentence.
The nightmare is one that he’s lived before time and time again, though each time it differs slightly. He’s surrounded by fellow soldiers, friends, when an ambush takes place. There’s the deafening sound of gunfire ringing in his ears as his heart races and his breaths grow heavier, the adrenaline taking over as he takes cover, firing off the odd bullet in the direction of the attackers.
As he’s pulled out of the battle field, waking up too quickly when the bullet embeds itself into his shoulder, he screams out what sounds like ‘no’ once, twice, three times, and then jolts upright, sitting up on the bed with sweat covering his body and making what little of the covers are still over him stick to his skin.
John takes a moment to recover, lying back with his eyes closed tight as he takes in deep breaths, exhaling slowly, and allowing a few salty tears to escape from his eyes and leak down his face until he pulls himself together and gets out of the bed to start the day with a shower and a cup of tea.]