Dreamwalkwr

When I was maybe 10, my nightmares had gotten so bad that I dreaded going to sleep. This will seem comical but at the time it had become a real problem. I was dreaming every night about spirits rising from their graves in our yard and they would haunt me. You know that feeling where they try and take you in your sleep? Or they would chase me. I'd dream about dead things trying to get me, but the worst for me (no laughing pls) was the dinosaurs.
I'm not pulling anyones leg here. My bedroom was right beside the furnace and the furnace was very loud when it kicked in, my dreams would translate the sound into the thunderous stomps of Trex's that tried to eat me. Every night dead things and dinosaurs chased me and I was genuinely very frightened. Probably some of the dead things in my dreams came from reading Stephen King books which I was into at the time but still, it had begun to effect my waking life.
It was July 1st and my mom had decided against taking us to the fireworks that night, can't recall why. So we were all doing our own thing, I was sitting in the livingroom watching t.v when the first boom of the firecrackers started. I jumped so high and my heart lept into my throat and I had this insane blending of dream and reality. I, for a moment, had felt as though I'd been thrown right back into a nightmare. I'd imagined the huge foot of a Trex smashing down on the earth towards me.
Not good when it feels like you're loosing that line between wakefulness and dream. I'd become so sleep deprived because of my fear of sleeping that it was starting to chase me into reality. Even if it was all just in my mind but so is insanity and this felt like it was starting to take me down that road.