Scary Monsters - Super Freaks
I had the most horrifying nightmare of my life last night.
Now, I've had dreams of being attacked by angry packs of cats, being overwhelmed by tidal waves, xenomorphs chasing me, being followed by "something" through endless dirt-floored brick hallways and the like, and woken up sweating with a racing heart, but NOTHING has ever scared me so badly.
It was a very simple dream, really, but it seemed to go on forever.
I thought I was awake, for starters, which is always a bad thing. I was lying on my back in bed next to H and all I could move was my arms. I couldn't roll over, I couldn't kick a foot outside the covers - nothing except my arms. The bed seemed to be dimly lit, but nothing else in the room was visible. In real life, a little bit of light from the street lamps comes in both windows around the curtains.)
It felt like I was being held down - pressure on my collarbones, and maybe on my stomach - but not like hands, just a plane of pressure. I started trying to say H's name, or yell, or make ANY sound, and all that came out was a puff of air. When that didn't work, I started poking at his side, scratching at his arm, pulling on his beard, and even pulled his arm towards me so I could bite his elbow (!), but nothing woke him up - the only thing I could hear was his steady breathing.
Periodically everything would go white and foggy, and I felt like I was drifting through huge spiderwebs of mist. There would be vague faces - or at least eyeholes that would form occasionally, and I could grab them. They felt like rice paper, or styrofoam, and they would crumble in my hands. After a few of them were crushed, then I would be back in bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I don't know how long the actual dream lasted, but it felt like forever, and could have been 2 hours real time.
Eventually, when I really DID wake up and started making screamy noises, H came awake like a shot. Between his reassurances and how tired I was, it still took me about half an hour to settle back down enough to go back to sleep. And before you say it (my mom asked) no, we didn't have anything weird to eat. I'm thinking psychic attack, or possibly whatever it is that lurks in the house decided to flex its muscle, like it does every once in a while. (I know what Fox Mulder would think, but I haven't found any small incisions on the back of my neck.)
So, anyway, that's the story of my scariest nightmare, ever.
Now, I've had dreams of being attacked by angry packs of cats, being overwhelmed by tidal waves, xenomorphs chasing me, being followed by "something" through endless dirt-floored brick hallways and the like, and woken up sweating with a racing heart, but NOTHING has ever scared me so badly.
It was a very simple dream, really, but it seemed to go on forever.
I thought I was awake, for starters, which is always a bad thing. I was lying on my back in bed next to H and all I could move was my arms. I couldn't roll over, I couldn't kick a foot outside the covers - nothing except my arms. The bed seemed to be dimly lit, but nothing else in the room was visible. In real life, a little bit of light from the street lamps comes in both windows around the curtains.)
It felt like I was being held down - pressure on my collarbones, and maybe on my stomach - but not like hands, just a plane of pressure. I started trying to say H's name, or yell, or make ANY sound, and all that came out was a puff of air. When that didn't work, I started poking at his side, scratching at his arm, pulling on his beard, and even pulled his arm towards me so I could bite his elbow (!), but nothing woke him up - the only thing I could hear was his steady breathing.
Periodically everything would go white and foggy, and I felt like I was drifting through huge spiderwebs of mist. There would be vague faces - or at least eyeholes that would form occasionally, and I could grab them. They felt like rice paper, or styrofoam, and they would crumble in my hands. After a few of them were crushed, then I would be back in bed. Lather, rinse, repeat. I don't know how long the actual dream lasted, but it felt like forever, and could have been 2 hours real time.
Eventually, when I really DID wake up and started making screamy noises, H came awake like a shot. Between his reassurances and how tired I was, it still took me about half an hour to settle back down enough to go back to sleep. And before you say it (my mom asked) no, we didn't have anything weird to eat. I'm thinking psychic attack, or possibly whatever it is that lurks in the house decided to flex its muscle, like it does every once in a while. (I know what Fox Mulder would think, but I haven't found any small incisions on the back of my neck.)
So, anyway, that's the story of my scariest nightmare, ever.