Another Night: Best of Jabre's Dream Journal

2009-2010

1. I am outside on the streets. at the edge of the fog stands a humanoid figure. I run up the stairs due to fear, and pound on the door. It is locked. I turn around, and the figure is directly behind me.

2. I have a dream of someone knocking on the door. I know it's a dream, and I remember how the Incubus would do the same thing. The door busts open. I remember the rules; if I wasn't in bed and asleep by the time he came, the Incubus would kill, and I would wake up. I rush to my bed, and pretend to be asleep.

3. It happens again, but this time he changes the rules. I have to set up a card game, and get back to bed in time. This time he gets me.

4. Assured that the nightmares would plague me, I decide to come to terms with it. I am stuck in a series of lucid false awakenings in which he gets me each time. Once, I see him at the bottom of the stairs. I run up the stairs as fast as I can, but my leg gets stuck on a bungie cord on the doorknob. I decide not to be afraid anymore. I manipulate patterns of light to throw him down the stairs. As he falls, I see his true form; my father. I use my telekinesis to bash his head against the car in the garage. I don't stop. I awaken, relieved and enlightened, free of what had haunted my sleep for a decade.

2004-2005

1. I have been sleeping in my bed. I am five years old. I have a strange dream that a faceless creature is living underneath my bed, banging on the bed frame to get out. This nightmare continues so drastically that I have trouble distinguishing dream from reality. I frequently check underneath my bed for the thing.

2. I have a nightmare that the thing breaks out and strangles me, and then marches through the city. I spray monster repellent at it. Not understanding that it is a dream, I check underneath my bed to assure that it wasn't there anymore. I expect to have a good night sleep, but I do not. The incubus gets me each night.

3. I dream I am touring the preschool I am going to. My mom chats with the teacher while I go to play with the blocks, but I see it crouching behind a chair, shrouded in darkness. The next day I go to my real preschool in fear.