Post Two

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My second post. Bear with me on these, it's hard to revisit such horrible memories.

Submitted: December 28, 2011

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Post Two

My first lucid nightmare was subtle, one that you would expect to have every now and again. However, I remember it so God damn distinctly. I guess that’s why they call it “lucid.” If you’re wondering what happened in my nightmare I will tell you, but opening this old wound takes time and courage. Especially since I’m currently awake at 2:45 A.M. afraid to even close my eyes because I’m so terrified of what I’ll see in my dreams. Anyway, I suppose it would be best to release this dark memory into writing. Well, here goes nothing; this was my first lucid nightmare:

I was free-falling like a sky-diver, except without a parachute and closer to the ground. My heart was racing as I was watching the reflection of my body fall from the skyscraper’s windows. It was so vivid and real that I could even feel the wind in my hair and the cold sweat in my palms. I started to count the levels of the building as I rapidly descended to my untimely demise. I made a sharp scream before my body succumbed to gravity’s mysterious power. When I hit the cold pavement, though, it turned to carpet. Instead of jolting up like I normally would when I have a nightmare like that, I woke up in an aisle of an airplane. Nobody was in the plane, however, until I felt a light breathing on my neck which made every hair on my body stand up. Much like when I was frozen in fear by Tiara, I couldn’t-and didn’t- want to look behind me. I felt the unknown creature’s frigid, smooth, and hairy arm slowly creep beside my head. My peripheral vision caught a glance of the mysterious being in the reflection of the window. From what I could tell, it was huge. It started to scream like a high-pitched radio wave piercing my ears. That’s when I began to run. I ran down the aisle but every time I thought I had reached the doorway, it would get further away from me. That’s when I decided to look behind me in hopes of ending this awful imprisonment.

I woke up immediately after that to one of my co-workers, we’ll call him Ted, trying to wake me up. I could hardly breathe or even talk for that matter. He explained to me what happened and I tried to explain what happened to me, but I couldn’t. I don’t know if it was because it was hard to speak or the fact I didn’t want to bore him with a “stupid nightmare,” but my mind couldn’t rid itself of what I had just experienced. Shortly after, I was called into my manager’s office only to be told that I was fired due to breaking safety regulations. What the fuck did I care? I was going to quit anyway after being hit by Tiara.

How ignorant I was in hindsight. Tiara must’ve carried some sort of virus from Panama with her because I found out the next day that her brethren were dead. I wanted to know more about their deaths but the information wasn’t accessible to me. It was even more strange that a week later the zoo had shut down indefinitely. This only made my curiosity grow, however, so I called Ted to find out a little bit more about what the hell was going on. Needless to say, I was surprised at how much he had to tell me.

I’ll go into more detail later, but for now I must face The Trepidation. I hope I’ll be able to wake up. After all, these posts are my last chance of finding out how to purge myself of this torture.


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