The sleepwalking has stopped. Thank god for that but the weird dreaming and nightmares have not. Fortunately for me, the frequency has much decreased.
Tonight, I don't know why this particular dream pushed me to start writing again. But it did.
It's one of those dreams when you don't realize you are already dreaming. You're still in your room, still sitting on your bed wading through the internet, like any other night.
So I was sitting there with the main lights off. I have a night light because I developed a fear of the dark when my house got broken into and they turned off all the lights when they got in, but that's a story for another post.
So anyway, I was sitting there with the main lights off browsing the internet when I notice that the night light has gone off. I don't pay it much mind at first but then I suddenly realize. THE. NIGHT. LIGHT. IS. OFF. It felt like a monumental realization of sorts and I could just FEEL the darkness closing in on me.
Panic welled up in me. I felt the room getting darker. I felt my chest getting tighter. I scrambled to get the light on but then I suddenly wake up.
And now half of my head is hurting like fuck.
The emotions were so strong, even though the dream itself wasn't so bad. It was one of my better more sane dreams actually. I don't know why I panicked so much. Even being afraid of the dark I usually don't panic. In fact I rarely panic. In reality, emergency situations actually have the opposite effect on me. It slows down the world, I get this calm and intense focus.
So upon waking, I got up. I went down stairs drank milk, paced around the dining table. As I was pacing and thinking, the urge to write just clawed at me. So I downed my milk, I put my glass away, went back to my laptop and wrote.
