It's been a while since I've had many crazy dreams. I used to have very outrageous dreams when I was younger but these days I try to be realistic, or at least logical. I don't let anything scare me, and I put on a brave front, even if I am somewhat scared inside. I'm going to begin to record these 'special' dreams. I call them special because they are both real and not real at the same time.
So this one happened on the 11/06/16, from 10pm onwards.
I could not settle to sleep, perhaps because of the heat but mostly
because I didn't feel comfortable. I have a pet pug that woke up during the
night and something set him off. He only barks when he's protecting.
He's quite a good guard dog when it comes down to it, but again,
I didn't feel any fear.
I finally drifted off to sleep though it took some time and I was
dreaming of dreaming. It was like I could see myself fast asleep
in the same position I fell asleep in, it was very realistic,
detailed to the point that I could hear my heart beat in it's peaceful,
and resting pulse. But then everything went dark, and although I could
still hear the pounding of my heart I couldn't see anything. And my heart
beat began to weaken, slower and slower until it even stopped.
I then stir, twitching my fingers in real life and in my head I was trying
to scratch my boyfriend. In reality, my fingers were barely scratching,
perhaps only tickling him when I was trying to wake him up in order to wake
me up. I knew that if he did wake up, I would be safe. I didn't see another
presence, but there was something there. It was causing my heart beat
to struggle, it was like I was secretly fighting for my life.
Eventually I sort of woke up, I was startled mainly because I didn't have
the ability to wake myself up. My boyfriend had begun to stroke my hand,
the same hand that was trying to scratch him and it was like something
in the dream world released me and allowed me to breath in reality. I'm
drained, I'm awake, and I can tell my body was struggling as my heart beat
is pounding in my ears, like what happens when you do excessive exercise or
hold your breath for too long, and I'm muttering faintly, apologising for
waking him up. But I tell him something is trying to kill me.
I'm not sure why I said that, but it felt like something was violating me. Something could somehow reduce the beats per second my heart could do and I knew that by the simple fact that I was struggling to breath whilst I laid in our bed.
