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I had what can only be described as the worst possible nightmare the other night. Sure, we've all had horribly frightening dreams involving vampires or zombies or an alien invasion or maybe a serial killer or something, I'll give you that. But I find that this dream in particular was terrifying because it did not deal with the fantastic or fight for your life situation at all; it was a nightmare based in reality. I'm not talking me and people I know in actual places I've been reality either. No, I mean the real-time where I actually am here and now reality.
So, here's the deal. I have a hard time getting to sleep most nights. It's just the way that I am, really, and I've come to deal with it. My brain just won't settle down, see. There I am, lying on my back in bed trying to get to sleep. Well, somewhere along the way, I must have actually fallen asleep. I think what was going on was that I was drifting in and out of sleep. I was both asleep and not asleep at the same time and I was dreaming about lying in bed not being asleep. There I was, dreaming about what was actually happening from my exact in bed point of view. But that's not the frightening part. I'm not sure how long this was going on for before it started. The dream about being in bed sort of shifted. My bedroom, the lighting, the shadows and everything was still exactly the same, but somehow I got this feeling that there was someone in the room with me. No, it was more than a feeling. I somehow KNEW there was someone else in there with me, just out of view in the many shadow-shapes of my room. I knew they were there, right there, mere feet away from me and they weren't friendly. For now they were content to just stand there breathing, but I knew that if I moved, if I spoke or got up that they would know I was awake and onto them and they would kill me. I didn't know how or with what, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was I was literally paralyzed out of fear. I was still going in and out of consciousness at this point, too, so when I was in a brief moment of awakedness my eyes would be shifting frantically around in the darkness trying desperately to find a trace of the intruder so I would know how to get them before they got me, but they were completely enshrouded. Eventually I managed to wake myself up completely and the mere thought of an intruder within my bedchamber felt silly to think on, but I still got up and switched on the light to make sure.
Yes, I really believe that this is the most possible frightening dream anyone can have because it's based in actual reality and everything seems so real because it IS real. It's your actual bedroom looking exactly like it's supposed to, from your own point of view (not out of body third person or anything like that). I don't know why I'm mentioning this at all. I mean, most people have no interest in hearing about other people's dreams. I suppose you ought to just keep this example in mind for the next time you have a nightmare about a giant tarantula or going to school naked and you say "it all felt so REAL!"
William (whatever you do... don't. fall. asleep.)
