Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
I tried to run, but it just wasn’t happening. I couldn’t lift my feet from the ground. Or, if I did manage to move my legs, it was like walking fast through deep water. You just can’t do it.
I didn’t know what was chasing me. I just knew I didn’t want it to catch me. I would run and run, moving in slow motion, trying to get away from whatever was behind me.
And then, suddenly, I realized I could fly! I would just lift my face and look at the sky, and if I waved my arms fast enough, I would rise off the sidewalk and soar above the tall buildings of the city, free at last from the danger behind me.
And that’s about all I remember of that recurring nightmare. I was very small. We had no television, no scary programs to put such ideas into my head. I don’t remember if we had a radio.
Maybe there were other kids in the trailer park who talked about their dreams. I really don’t think many people we knew had a TV yet. It was 1950, and a TV in every living room was a couple of years down the road.
Also, we didn’t live in the city yet. That would come a couple of years later, so I don’t know where my ideas of tall buildings came from, either.
The only thing I know for sure is that those dreams were awful. I was terrified, and I remember sometimes waking up in a sweat because of the fear.
I rarely dream these days. I sleep deeply, for which I am thankful. But sometimes, at the edge of waking up, I have a dream that someone or something is crawling into my bed and I am helpless to stop it. I dream that I am screaming, that my calls for help come out sounding as if I’ve had a stroke that affected my speech. And then I wake up, or Terry shakes my shoulder.
He’s confused that I would have such frightening dreams. He never does. I’m a bit confused about it myself. No idea where that one comes from, either. Sometimes I can stop it without actually waking up. Other times, I wake myself up up with my yelling. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does I have a hard time going back to sleep.
Dreams. Half awake, half asleep, when I’m in the land of dreams all reality fades.
The human mind is a fascinating place.