Lightning flashes toward me; demise mocks me in illuminated, illusionary, reflection, and time seems to slow down as the dagger of nature penetrates my skin, betraying me.
I am dying.
Suddenly, I woke up, gasping for breath, wide-eyed with fear. The alarm clock of anxiety has gone off in my heart, pounding with great force as I grip my sheets trying to resist my dream of falling. I try slowing down my breath. Why does this always happen to me? I hate it. I hate having these dreams: feeling fine until you’re not. I hate how a person can be manipulated into thinking that your dream is a reality even though you know it’s not since it feels eerie, weird, and claustrophobic and you suddenly fall.
A distant echo of a ghastly voice moans in the abyss. I make a sharp turn to see where it came from.
You fall into a huge void helplessly. Your heart is full of beating, but your stomach is empty since that slice of pizza you ate last night feels like it evaporated into nothingness, lifting your stomach and creating knots of uneasiness from the free fall like the feeling when going down a rollercoaster’s highest drop of hell.
I get up and tip-toe, carefully skipping the creaky floorboards to avoid my lethal demise. I hear an ominous shuffling of quick, yet quiet footsteps from the hallway approaching… I abruptly stop and start tearing up. I cover my mouth in desperation for my survival. I want to scream for help, but nobody can hear my silent cry.
Why do we dream about things that make us feel so sick?
The steps come to a silence. I feel their sinister presence behind one of the many entrances of the black hallway…
I feel lucky to say I don’t experience many dreams at night, but the few times I have, they have always been weird or nightmarish.
There is a long pause of silence. I stand still. An anonymous figure mirrors me and stares with its white orbs glowing at me. Suddenly, the floor grows a devilish smile, opens his devilish teeth and I abruptly collapse into The Void so quickly that my body doesn’t have a chance to react.
I wish I had sweet dreams.
I fall quickly, spinning uncontrollably and recklessly down what seems to be a never-ending stream. What’s up, down, right, and left? It’s so dark that I can’t see anything! I start feeling motion sickness. Although it’s dark, I foolishly keep my eyes open in hopes of seeing a distant light until I feel something fall in them at first slowly and now quickly.
It’s hard for me to fall asleep. It’s probably because of my overthinking.
I am now crying, desperately trying to rub out whatever is stuck in my pure eyes. My eyes are burning! It feels like whatever this is is cutting into my eyes, filling up my sockets! I think I’m going blind!
Why can’t I just fall asleep peacefully?
Instantaneously, I stop. I am no longer falling, but now arbitrarily seem to have been transported to an alternate reality. This time, dark blue with hundreds of white orbs watching me. I stand still, thankful that I am no longer blind. I see a door appear in the distance and I open it. I open the door and I see that it’s nighttime. Relieved, I walk toward the peacefully recognizable sight. As soon as I walk inside, the magic door vanishes. Suddenly, I see a bright light in my peripheral vision that catches my attention. I turn around and see Lightning flashing toward me; demise mocks me in illuminated, illusionary, reflection, and time seems to slow down as the dagger of nature penetrates my skin, betraying me.
Adults always say what you dream is what you truly feel about someone or something, so why do we subconsciously choose to suffer while ‘resting’?
