They have all been very vivid, and frightening, and I've had them every night for the past week.
Just to give you a few examples:
One night I had a stalker dream. It took place at my parents' home in Indiana though. At this current time (in real life), they have a crazy drunk guy that lives down the street who apparently gets in frequent fights with his wife. My guess is that this nightmare I have is my own personification of this guy...who I've never seen in my life before, I might add. In the nightmare, I am taking a walk down the road past the drunk's house, and I turn my head and there he is staring at me. As the dream goes on, he shows up everywhere I am, and in a drunken rage one day he pulls into the drive at my parents' house. It's only my mother and I in the house, and my mom goes to open the door to see who it is, and I yell at her to stop as I'm foreseeing the impending drunken violent doom that is going to ensue....and then....I WAKE UP.
Jesus H. Christ...I was sweating from that one, that's for sure. (I also made it a point to call my mom that morning, just to check in.)
As if that wasn't enough, the next night I had a nightmare that I got STABBED. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
Well, it wasn't. I wasn't even myself in the dream...I was another person. In the nightmare I was a reporter of some sort interviewing a female murderer that was in prison. Anyhow, I'm not sure if no one was watching over our interview in this private room or what, but all of a sudden we're talking and she pulls out some shank-ish prison knife and starts BLUDGEONING me all to hell! She gets me in the side a couple of times and then all of a sudden she stabs me in the neck and I start gasping, as if she cut into my windpipe or something. Then I wake up, of course, except there is this phantom pain in my neck...like I can completely tell where I was stabbed in the dream.
SHIT-TY.
I had another nightmare last night that really has me confused. I can't remember all of it, but the main part that seems to stick in my head is that I fall into a river somehow, and I'm being swept away and dragged underwater by the current, and at some point there is actually a way for my parents to save me at this one bridge location....but they don't....THEY JUST LET ME KEEP DROWNING. I look back at them, and then I wake up. WTF? Thanks, parents.
Now I just keep asking myself, "What next?" It's really pretty exhausting. I wake up already tired from the REM sleep.
No more crazy full moon action please. Maybe there really is something to the word "lunatic." And I feel like this shit is slowly driving me to that end!
Song of the day: "Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare" Matt & Kim
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