nightmare

Last night I had a strange dream.

I’ll start at the interesting part: I stepped through a portal into another world. I opened my eyes and saw that I was standing upon a shaggy hill, covered in a grey, dead grass. In the distance there was a hardpan desert, blowing with thin dust. Right before me, there was a creature, almost shaped like a man. He was skeleton-thin, with long limbs. His muscles hung like pockets of flesh from his bones, and his skin was loose and veiny. He face was hollowed, with a fleshy snout and hanging grey hair. His overall appearance was dull and colorless, such that he might blend right in with the desert behind. Despite his appearance, I was not afraid of him.

When I came through the portal, he looked up at me with empty sockets and said, slowly, “It’s only hard dust out here.”

We looked at each other, each obviously curious about the other. After a while, he spoke again, “Can I touch your face?”

It was a strange question, but I could tell he had never seen a being like me before and was curious. Taking his bony hand, I pressed it against my cheek.

“It’s firm,” He said, sounding suprised, “Can I touch your neck?”

Now I was getting a little creeped out. However, I didn’t want to offend this strange being, and so I started to take his hand to press it against my neck. As I did so, however, he stopped me.

“Let me touch it myself. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Hesitant, but still not wanting to offend, I consented and he touched my neck, putting a little more pressure than comfortable on the pulsing vein there.

Next he asked, “Can I touch your heart?”

I assumed he meant my chest, but now I felt scared. I tried to scramble back away from his outstretched hand, but my foot slipped on the dusty hillside. As I fell, his bony hand caught me in the stomach, pinning me to the ground with force. I could feel his skeletal finger digging into my belly button.

“Ooh!” He called out in delight, “There’s more here!”

At that moment, I knew that he intended to eat me to feed his skinny, malnourished body.

April 25, 2011

Notes
Hardly slept last night. Went to bed at 1:30am, woke up screaming for my mom. Took me awhile to fall back asleep, not sure when exactly. Woke up finally at 6am. I rarely have outright nightmares. Creepy, ominous, yes. Horrifying? No, not really. If I ever have a nightmare I usually will become lucid and then either stop/change the dream. Although I did do that this time, it was really late and the nightmare was practically already over. Also, three dreams inside of each other. I could make an inception joke, but honestly I'm still creeped out. My dream self didn't realize they were dreams inside dreams. Motifs of nothing, I've never had a dream quite like this. Also, I had dreams this weekend but they weren't too interesting seeing as I lost sleep. Also I wasn't home, so I didn't bother to write them down anyways.

Entry 010
I'm in Dr. Clark's room. We have some huge essay to write, it's due in 30 minutes, but I'm so tired. I lay my head down on my desk and fall asleep.

I'm in my bed, except I realized later that it was on the wrong side of the room and exact to my old bed back home. I'm half-asleep, my body is already paralyzed and my mind is mostly unconscious. As I'm lying there, about to enter a deep sleep, I feel something on my back. It feels like a hand. For a minute I don't feel particularly worried about this. The hand is running over my back, slipping lower until it runs over my ass. I feel uncomfortable. Then I can feel nails digging into me. I realize there is no hand, but the touch persists. I realize the hand belongs to some kind of demon, and that its intention is to murder me. My body is still paralyzed. I try screaming, but all that comes out of my throat is a strangled grunt. It's not loud enough for anyone to hear. I know that I have to stand up and get out of here. I try to stand, but I can't. I fall to my knees and drag myself to the door. Along the way I see something out of the corner of my eye. It's a little man, about as wide and tall as a bowling pin, dressed in clothes like Charlie Chaplin with white pasty skin, frizzy black hair and huge, staring, yellow eyes. I open the door and drag myself to the hall. I try screaming more, but I'm still not able. I think I see my mom on the couch, but it's dark. I get to the couch, someone's there. I'm safe. I relax, fall asleep by the couch.

I wake up. I'm in bed. Something is touching me. Repeat of the last dream, but as I reach my door this time I think "My bed is on the other wall. Didn't I just have this dream?" and I realize I'm dreaming. My dream self, however, is still panicking. It's screaming at me to get the hell out of the room. The will of my dream self overpowers my lucid self and I fling the door open. There's a blinding white light.

I open my eyes. I'm screaming. My mom is in the doorway.