You wouldn’t think that at 42 one would still be having full on “can’t get back to sleep” nightmares. But, I do.
Last nights was a particularly tough one. I would wake in my bedroom at my parents house, I would feel something was wrong. Then decide to leave the room.
What you need to know is that my bedroom doesn’t have a door, it has stairs leading down to the main part of the upper floor of the house.
I start to walk down the stairs and get a strong “sinking feeling”, I’ve died a d by walking down the stairs I’ll moving on, not to a good place.
It becomes clear that when I get to the bottom of the stairs I will be tortured. But, I can seem to retreat back to my room. I can only keep going forward to a horrifying future.
I arrive, horror awaits, endless torture, I pass out.
When I come around in back in my room. The process begins again, except the destination changes, it’s another kind to horror. From what I can remember one time it was not being able to breath, another was existing in 2 dimensions, another was being blinded, and of course the traditional daemons with pitchfork stuff.
One the couple of times I was able to retreat to my room, a being comes back with me. It persuades me to go down, being stuck in room would be a far worse agony.
Thankfully I did wake. It took me a while to get back to sleep. The worry it was really going to happen loomed at the back of mind for a long time.
I suspect I know what the dream is linked to. Something I’ll dicuss with my therapist tomorrow, and share with you all soon.