I hate nightmares. I had a beauty last night. Woke up startled and sweating like a pig.
I was being held and interrogated in a Chinese prison. I was constipated and the guy was right in my face yelling “ Why you no shit? Why you no shit?” I’m not even making this up. This nightmare would have scared the shit out of me if I wasn’t actually constipated. Maybe that’s why I dreamt about it, I don’t really know.
I think my worst nightmares are the ones where some axe murderer sort of guy is coming to get me and I just can’t move, I freeze ,sometimes I can’t even scream. Of course, sometimes I can scream and I do. This causes whoever I am sleeping with to shake and wake me, telling me that it’s only a dream and of course secretly wishing that they were with someone who wasn’t quite so fucked up. ( I think that’s what they’re thinking, but who knows.)
Wikipedia defines a nightmare as “an unpleasant dream that can cause a strong emotional response from the mind, typically fear or horror but also despair, anxiety and great sadness. The dream may contain situations of danger, discomfort, psychological or physical terror.”
Oh crap, I never should have looked it up.
It could also be a definition of my life. Forget just having nightmares, I guess I am one. I have never seen so many words lumped in the same paragraph that scream out my name. Anxiety, fear, discomfort and horror are equal parts of my day.
Don’t get me wrong, I am very optimistic about the future. I just read The Secret and I am going to start hanging around with positive people. I have also begun experimenting with hallucinagins mixed with alcohol and I have a really good feeling about it.
Finally, my nightmares might be over.
Leave a comment or nightmare below. Thanks, Don