Dreams
I've been dreaming a lot more lately, since a lot of my sleep tends to be of the catnap variety, drifting rather than actual firm sleep. In the last couple nights I've had three dreams about journeys. But just an hour or so ago, I've had one of the most frightening dreams ever, and I've had some doozies.
I had been on my bed with my sketchbook, thinking about how I was going to do my next study, when I drifted off. I ended up prone on my bed, turned around from usual, with my face away from my door. Jamie's at work so I have the house to myself and the front door locked.
I hear the door open and think it's Jamie coming home so I try to move so I can greet him. My eyes seem open but I can't see anything and the pull is strong. I can't move a muscle. Then I realize that Jamie should not be home yet and fear strikes. There's a babble of voices and I panic thinking someone has broken into the house in a group and I can't move. I am completely helpless. I start to gasp for air then I hear what sounds like a dog skittering on its nails through the house, but it's huge and the babble is loud and the nails skitter closer and I'm choking for air and knowing the ghost dog is coming into my room where I can't see and I'm freaking out but can't move or speak. I hear the snuffling and the babble goes down a bit then the snuffling leaves and the voices fade and I "close" my eyes and I would be crying at that point if I could have with fear. As it dies down my body starts to relax once more and I slide into unconsciousness again. When I awaken after another strange (but not quite as strange as this one) dream I can move normally.
I still feel the encompassing dread.
I had been on my bed with my sketchbook, thinking about how I was going to do my next study, when I drifted off. I ended up prone on my bed, turned around from usual, with my face away from my door. Jamie's at work so I have the house to myself and the front door locked.
I hear the door open and think it's Jamie coming home so I try to move so I can greet him. My eyes seem open but I can't see anything and the pull is strong. I can't move a muscle. Then I realize that Jamie should not be home yet and fear strikes. There's a babble of voices and I panic thinking someone has broken into the house in a group and I can't move. I am completely helpless. I start to gasp for air then I hear what sounds like a dog skittering on its nails through the house, but it's huge and the babble is loud and the nails skitter closer and I'm choking for air and knowing the ghost dog is coming into my room where I can't see and I'm freaking out but can't move or speak. I hear the snuffling and the babble goes down a bit then the snuffling leaves and the voices fade and I "close" my eyes and I would be crying at that point if I could have with fear. As it dies down my body starts to relax once more and I slide into unconsciousness again. When I awaken after another strange (but not quite as strange as this one) dream I can move normally.
I still feel the encompassing dread.