It was awful, I woke up sweating
and shaking. It was another night of
fitful sleep and going places I never wanted to revisit again. For the past few months every time I closed
my eyes, unwanted images came into my head.
This made it hard for me to go to sleep as I didn't want to experience
the feeling of fear any more.
It is the same dream every night,
or a better word to describe it might be nightmares. It felt like Groundhog Day, or to be more
specific, Groundhog night. Every night
it starts the same, I am tied up and struggling to get free and I had no idea
how I got there or who was responsible for binding my hand together.
I find myself lying beside a
rough edged box in a cold dark stone floored room, shivering and scared.
However, I manage to lift myself up and get my back towards one of the edges of
the box and start to try and saw my way through the rope, in a hope to get
free. It takes time, effort and lots of
energy but I manage to do it. I get free.
I throw the rope off and stand
up. I look around me, I am alone in the
room. There is nothing in the room
except for the box. However, I spot a door.
I walk towards it, try the handle. It’s open. I walk through the door.
On the other side, I am greeted
by a very fierce dog who bears his tea and snarls at me. I freeze.
I hate dogs. I am scared of them. I see no way past the dog. I panic.
I am closed in, no way out of the room except for the door I walked in,
so I went back through to the first room, making sure the door is shut tight so
the dog can’t follow me.
Back in the first room, I see
another door that wasn't there before. Where it came from, I do not know, but I
also notice that the first door I walked through had now disappeared. This was
freaky and weird. I go over to the new
door, and walk through it. No dogs this time, in fact the room is empty. I
notice that this room as three other doors, one beside each other. They were different colours, yellow, red and
blue and reminded me of the beach huts, found on beaches to let people change
into their swimming gear.
I decide to start with the red
door. I open the door and enter the room.
Ahhhh this is horrible, my idea of a nightmare, it was full of insects
crawling all over the place. I immediately
close the door and retreat back into what I will now call the ‘starter’ room
since that’s where it all began. Again I make sure the door is shut very tight.
I don’t want any of the horrible wee insects to escape. They give me the creeps and make me shudder
and itch.
Back in the ‘starter’ room I am
starting to find it difficult to breathe, I am panicking as I feel I will never
escape. I decide to try the yellow door
this time. I open it. It seems like I
have entered a happy room this time as it is full of all my friends and family,
all chatting and laughing with one another. I go up to speak to my Mum but she
ignores me, so I try my friend Emma and she ignores me too. This is beginning
to irritate me, so I stand up and shout at them all to listen to me, but no one
seems to hear me or see me. All of this hurts me, it makes me sad and feel
rejected. So I leave and go back to the ‘starter’
room.
I stand looking at the doors and
think. I have now been in three rooms and they have all contained things that I
am scared off – big snarly dogs, insects and rejection. It suddenly begins to dawn on me, this
nightmare, is a nightmare of my fears. I
had now encountered three of my fears, well actually four of them. The first
fear was that of being tied up and not being able to move.
Now I wonder what the blue door
will contain. I don’t want to open the
door, but I need to get out of this place. The ‘starter’ room is now beginning
to close in on me and make me feel claustrophobic, which actually is another
fear of mine. That is now five fears
that had forced themselves upon me.
Now am even more scared of
opening the blue door, as I have no idea
what is lurking behind there to greet me.
However, am searching my brain and I can’t think of any more fears which I
may have, either rational fears or irrational fears. But I may be wrong!
I gingerly walk over to the blue
door, praying it is a way out and nothing nasty is behind it. I cautiously open the door, it flies open and
I am greeted by fire. I realise I have
opened the door to hell. I move to go back through the door, but instead I find
myself falling into the fire and I scream and scream and scream. Then I wake
up. I am scared, shaking and sweating.
During the night I have come face
to face with all my fears and conquered none of them. Every night, the same thing, the same fears.
When will it ever stop?
My screaming has woken up my
husband who looks at me with concern. He asks me if I am OK, I look at him
crying and say “Simon, could you empty the dream-catcher, it’s full of
nightmares again”
Writing prompt - to include the lines "Simon, could you empty the dream-catcher, its full of nightmares again" into the story.
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