I HATE DREAMING THAT I AM DREAMING
Every time I slipped off to sleep I would find myself getting choked by a baby. This happened repeatedly until I figured I was in a stupid (read wierd) dream. How can a baby be strong enough to choke me? I figured it was best to avoid drifting off to sleep for while because the next time that baby chokes me I might not wake up in time.
I lay there waiting to see if this killer baby would let me sleep. Thinking happy thoughts. I cannot remember those happy thoughts. Probably thoughts of me choking my aunt. After what seemed like forever I decided to give sleep another go. Immediately I closed my eyes, there was the baby. Floating over me, ready. What the hell? I was not even asleep yet. Had I brought this baby out of dreamland into real life? I opened my eyes again to try and figure out what was happening. The only logical solution was that I was still dreaming. Damn. I hate when this happens. I was trapped in a dream with a strangler crawler.
Now was the hard part. Trying to prove that I am not awake. I had a bottle of water next to me last time I slept for real so I reached down and grabbed it. I opened it and poured its contents all over me. I felt nothing. I then knelt on my bed and let myself fall face first onto the concrete floor. Still nothing. No pain. It was clear that I was still dreaming. So I tried waking myself up. Never really knew how. I have dreamt that I am dreaming many times but never really known how to wake myself from the first dream. I tried making sudden movements. Nothing. Tried screaming! No sound. I was starting to get nervous and frustrated. This now brought that freaking baby back on my neck without me closing my eyes. What happened after was a little bit blurry but the next thing I remember was waking up breathing heavily!
I reached down for the bottle of water. The cold bottle sent a chill all over my hand. Clearly I was awake for real. I figured there was no need to drench myself. I lay there grinning like a motherfucker, happy that I had survived.
Am I that afraid of babies? Or what the fuck was that dream about?
I lay there waiting to see if this killer baby would let me sleep. Thinking happy thoughts. I cannot remember those happy thoughts. Probably thoughts of me choking my aunt. After what seemed like forever I decided to give sleep another go. Immediately I closed my eyes, there was the baby. Floating over me, ready. What the hell? I was not even asleep yet. Had I brought this baby out of dreamland into real life? I opened my eyes again to try and figure out what was happening. The only logical solution was that I was still dreaming. Damn. I hate when this happens. I was trapped in a dream with a strangler crawler.
Now was the hard part. Trying to prove that I am not awake. I had a bottle of water next to me last time I slept for real so I reached down and grabbed it. I opened it and poured its contents all over me. I felt nothing. I then knelt on my bed and let myself fall face first onto the concrete floor. Still nothing. No pain. It was clear that I was still dreaming. So I tried waking myself up. Never really knew how. I have dreamt that I am dreaming many times but never really known how to wake myself from the first dream. I tried making sudden movements. Nothing. Tried screaming! No sound. I was starting to get nervous and frustrated. This now brought that freaking baby back on my neck without me closing my eyes. What happened after was a little bit blurry but the next thing I remember was waking up breathing heavily!
I reached down for the bottle of water. The cold bottle sent a chill all over my hand. Clearly I was awake for real. I figured there was no need to drench myself. I lay there grinning like a motherfucker, happy that I had survived.
Am I that afraid of babies? Or what the fuck was that dream about?
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