Nightmares

I had such a terrible nightmare last night. Seriously. It was one of those that you think are completely real and you find yourself literally begging for it to all be a dream.

I was pleading with myself to wake up...I tried vainly to make my body move but my limbs were like dead weights. I began shouting at myself, desperation at a fever pitch. I was wandering alone on a dark, empty street searching and screaming. Tears running down my face as I looked for a doorway home, out of this nightmare...and then I finally woke. My palms were sweaty, my heart was racing and pure terror was coursing through my body. I don't have these types of dreams often but this one involved my nephew and I have never felt more helpless or panick stricken in my life.

I have always had strange dreams so I began keeping a dream journal several years ago. I usually keep a pad of paper and a pen near my bed so when I'm slowly coming out of the dream, I jot down as much as I can remember and then I pass out again leaving my notes to be deciphered at a later time. It's always interesting to go back and read over them because a lot of the dreams are waaay out there. I swear, I have never touched any sort of drug in my entire life but in some of these dreams you'd honestly believe that I was on something. It's a bit crazy but at least it gives me good material to draw on for the stories that I write.