I had this dream in which I was walking into a cemetery. The field was filled with dark green grass with several dirt parchments and puddles scattered all around the place. There were several trees with very little foliage almost withered and dying. I also saw many gravestones, dilapidated some of them were completely destroyed. I walked towards what it seemed to be the newest gravestone. I turned back to see behind me and there was nothing, a deep dense fog covered my trial. I began to feel nervous then I knelt before the gravestone and clearing the bushes covering its surface I discovered what seemed to be my name.
I was shocked so I decided to stand up but I couldn’t. Then a giant skull emerged from the gravestone and opened its gargantuan jaws. Then I felt dizzy as my body with a will of its own felt compelled to make me plunge into the abyss. I was cast down by myself and as I feel through the abyss I felt memories fading one by one. My eyes became black and then I saw nothing.
I woke up in my bed then there was this voice in my head telling me to open the door, to let him in. I thought it was the voice of my mother but it changed to my father, then to my best friend…the voices kept changing. I approached the doorknob, doubting, and when I was about to turn it I stepped back, returned to my bed and then I woke up. The dream was over. It was 4:33 am, and I couldn’t go back to sleep I had a sense of dread that if I went to sleep I wouldn’t wake up, at least not the same. Or maybe the nightmare just scared the crap out of me…
I got to remind myself NOT to drink wine, any kind, before going to bed. I only had ONE freaking glass of wine (well it was full…and I only remember drinking one), just one, and then went to bed. Seriously, I would have understood if I drank the whole bottle, but it was just one glass of wine.
Well anyways, I didn't knew where to post this, sue me. I used to experience lots of Night Terrors during my teen years (and even during the University) and between these fucked up dreams and the night terrors, I take the night terrors any day. :wtf:
I was shocked so I decided to stand up but I couldn’t. Then a giant skull emerged from the gravestone and opened its gargantuan jaws. Then I felt dizzy as my body with a will of its own felt compelled to make me plunge into the abyss. I was cast down by myself and as I feel through the abyss I felt memories fading one by one. My eyes became black and then I saw nothing.
I woke up in my bed then there was this voice in my head telling me to open the door, to let him in. I thought it was the voice of my mother but it changed to my father, then to my best friend…the voices kept changing. I approached the doorknob, doubting, and when I was about to turn it I stepped back, returned to my bed and then I woke up. The dream was over. It was 4:33 am, and I couldn’t go back to sleep I had a sense of dread that if I went to sleep I wouldn’t wake up, at least not the same. Or maybe the nightmare just scared the crap out of me…
I got to remind myself NOT to drink wine, any kind, before going to bed. I only had ONE freaking glass of wine (well it was full…and I only remember drinking one), just one, and then went to bed. Seriously, I would have understood if I drank the whole bottle, but it was just one glass of wine.
Well anyways, I didn't knew where to post this, sue me. I used to experience lots of Night Terrors during my teen years (and even during the University) and between these fucked up dreams and the night terrors, I take the night terrors any day. :wtf: