Are You Afraid Of The Dark?
I am.
I know I'm 27 but I am terrified of the dark. The more I stare out into the blackness the more the shapes shift and take on forms of my nightmares. When I visit the bathroom in the middle of the night I purposefully avoid raising my eyes to the mirror in fear of "Bloody Mary" appearing. I also worry that one night I will open my eyes to find someone hovering over me but that is the reason why I sleep closest to the door. I do this not for my own escape but for Steve, in hopes that when attacked I will wake him in time and then he can avenge me or get the hell out of there.
And these are the types of things that keep me awake at night.
And apparently these are the things that I dream of too.
I can't really remember what I'm dreaming about but the scenery I'm currently in dissolves around me until I'm staring off into the distance of my own room. Something moves in my periph and my eyes dart to the right as a young woman and man enter my room at a fast clip. I try to move but I'm being pressed down into the mattress by the invisible weight of a dream. I watch helplessly as they both lift their right arms in synchronization and throw knives at both of us. Before the weapons can fly through the air- I do, smearing their images as my hands shoot out in front of me. I take a shuddering breath and look back at Steve who is peacefully snoozing in his comforter cocoon. I look back out into our room and notice the figures are totally gone and it's 320 in the morning.
Swinging my legs over the bed I cringe as I notice the stickiness of my pajamas. I stand up to literally peel the clothing from my body and shiver when the cold air meets my glistening skin. I trudge into the bathroom (while looking down) and try to figure out why on earth would I have a dream about knives coming at us? As I sit on the throne I remember the episode we were watching before going to bed.
Maybe Gundum Wing isn't the smartest thing to watch before sleeping. Maybe I should watch something along the lines of Sesame Street.
I know I'm 27 but I am terrified of the dark. The more I stare out into the blackness the more the shapes shift and take on forms of my nightmares. When I visit the bathroom in the middle of the night I purposefully avoid raising my eyes to the mirror in fear of "Bloody Mary" appearing. I also worry that one night I will open my eyes to find someone hovering over me but that is the reason why I sleep closest to the door. I do this not for my own escape but for Steve, in hopes that when attacked I will wake him in time and then he can avenge me or get the hell out of there.
And these are the types of things that keep me awake at night.
And apparently these are the things that I dream of too.
I can't really remember what I'm dreaming about but the scenery I'm currently in dissolves around me until I'm staring off into the distance of my own room. Something moves in my periph and my eyes dart to the right as a young woman and man enter my room at a fast clip. I try to move but I'm being pressed down into the mattress by the invisible weight of a dream. I watch helplessly as they both lift their right arms in synchronization and throw knives at both of us. Before the weapons can fly through the air- I do, smearing their images as my hands shoot out in front of me. I take a shuddering breath and look back at Steve who is peacefully snoozing in his comforter cocoon. I look back out into our room and notice the figures are totally gone and it's 320 in the morning.
Swinging my legs over the bed I cringe as I notice the stickiness of my pajamas. I stand up to literally peel the clothing from my body and shiver when the cold air meets my glistening skin. I trudge into the bathroom (while looking down) and try to figure out why on earth would I have a dream about knives coming at us? As I sit on the throne I remember the episode we were watching before going to bed.
Maybe Gundum Wing isn't the smartest thing to watch before sleeping. Maybe I should watch something along the lines of Sesame Street.