Nightmare

Why do nightmares have to be so vivid?

Last night I dreamed that I was involved with this guy; let’s call him Johnny Depp (because that’s who he resembled). I knew that he was cheating on me. I knew that part of the reason that he was involved with her was because he was trying to get a hold of this Something- something almost like a treasure to him because of its great value.

I ended up leaving him. And as I was leaving, I could see through the walls into the house and I knew that he lay dead on the floor. I don’t know if it was me that killed him or the other girl, but he was dead, and I did not want to appear guilty for it.

I came back when I knew that he was just a skeleton and brought him back from the dead. I don’t know why. He was basically a skeleton that was trying to become more human-like again. He walked on all fours, just had a coating of skin over each individual bone and no organs. His skull was attached more to the rear of it, like an animal’s head. He was obsessed with getting his Something, and I was terrified of him.

We (him, I and a third person) repelled down into this hole to find an entrance to a dusty old corridor. I walked along side him, jumpy, never knowing if he was going to kill me. I looked at him and watched as organs began to form between his bones and his skin. As we entered the room with his Something, he couldn’t talk because his head was adjusting back into place and that cut off his esophagus during the transition.

Once in the room, I selected the things off of a shelf that I knew he was after. Once he had them, he and the other guy (turned out to be a friend from college) hugged each other and began to celebrate. I quickly ran up the stairs under the pretense of checking to make sure the coast was clear. I was really trying to find a way to escape. There was something about his Something that I knew he should not have and that could be very destructive to others.

My heart was pounding! I didn’t know if he would kill me now that he had what he wanted. The stairs led me up into a living room. There was a computer against the wall. I sat on it and acted casual as girls came up from a different room and had been making witches costumes out off too shear of a material but did not care.

When I looked at the computer I realized that if I deleted things off of here, that the Something would be useless. I also knew that he’d know the instant I did it.
He was just a few flights of stairs beneath me and I knew I couldn’t run fast enough to get away with my life if he did discover what I had done. I struggled, but was able to select and delete the things off of the computer. When I did, I heard an unearthly howl from below me.

I tried to get up and run, but couldn’t move.

Then there was silence. The only sound was the beating of my heart in my ears. I swiveled in the chair as soon as movement returned to my body. As I caught sight of the stair case he jumped out at me and shouted with his eyes glowing in anger!

I woke up with my heart racing! I swear I could feel his presence in the dark corner of my room even when I knew I was awake and that it had just been a dream.
It took lights on and a lot of prayers to push that feeling away.

Oh, how it would’ve been nice to not be alone on nights like this.