I have nightmare induced insomnia, and as my nightmares become more vivid and prominent- I’ve come to wonder, what do they mean?
One nightmare I had, was me as a young child- about five or six, and I’m wearing a white tee and brown shorts, I’m running. I’m running as fast as my little legs can take me through a muddied, dark forest with huge towering and menacing tree’s. The ground is littered with rotten leaves and logs, and my feet sink with every step I take, making it harder and harder to run. Behind me is a bulbous man, chasing after me furiously, he is balding in the middle of his head and is wearing a greasy, stained shirt as well as ripped and dirty shorts. He looks like he belongs out in that dirty, scary forest. He is laughing, yelling at me that I’ll never get away, never make it out- and I slip, my hands and knee’s sinking into the muddy floor, I pull out- the mud making a sucking noise, as if it’s reluctant to let me go. And as I’m scrabbling to get up, he is gaining, I take a large log and thrust it behind me into the air without looking, then I begin to run again, still trying to regain my balance, and still throwing logs at him. He screams that he is hungry, that he’s going to take my little fingers and toes, and crunch them between his teeth- he is very adamant about his hunger, going on and on about it as I break through the tree line and come to a clearing with a huge, murky and dark swamp in front of me. I stare, gasping for air, and whip around wildly- where do I turn? where do I go? The swamp stretches and stretches for what looks like miles, and the only way to make it across to the other side it to swim- I dive for it, but not without hearing the angry looking man say- "You will die in that swamp, it is just as hungry as I am, and it will eat you, pull at you, and you will die." My throat goes tight, so I turn and dart in the other direction, eager to get away, and he is after me again. I race around through the forest, the tree’s all look the same. Then I come back to the swamp. And the man laughs, it is sick, evil and slow. Then I see something, and I just know, as the ghostly figure of a person swiftly walks over the surface of the swamp- that the swamp will not eat me, it will free me, it is the thing that will take me back home. Out of this strange world. And as the ghostly figure of a truck rumbles by, looking like its driving into the bottom of the swamp, I throw myself forward- racing towards it, and jump, diving towards the back of it- screaming something at the top of my little lungs, as hard as I can until my face is red, and I make impact. Then I am awake.
Another I had, (I don’t remember much of this one, so it will be short) in a convenience store, there behind the counter is a not-so-intimidating looking small Asian man, I have two other people with me, my best friend Jessica and another friend, Samantha. I chat softly with them as we wander the store, then the next thing I know I am feeling fear, dreadful fear. And the man from behind the counter is approaching me, a silver dagger in hand, and besides him are two others. My friends and I panic, and then next few moments are a blur of destruction, shouting, struggling as we run and hide. Then time is normal again, and the place is trashed, we are huddled on the floor-watching, waiting for them. Behind me I noticed are some antique looking guns, I reach up for the nearest one in panic, because we’ve been spotted and he is approaching, looking smug. I knew, deep inside, the guns weren’t supposed to work- and probably wouldnt. But I pumped the barrel anyway, and pressed down quickly on the barrel. A thunderous, bang, went off- and blood pooled in the center of the mans chest, dripping quickly and becoming a dark could. Then he fell. And I herd scuffling, eager and fearful voices, the sound of the bell from the door- then silence. I looked back at my friends in relief, then got up, walking cautiously to the door. My fingertips touched the handle, the other still holding the gun and I glanced out. Then I pushed the door open, sure it was safe, only to turn and find another man staring sardonically at me, a cruel grin twisting his features, he lifted his hand towards me- then I was awake.
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