I had this dream this morning. A series of dreams. They were...how can I say...debilitating? I couldn't get out of bed at 7. No, the alarm rang. I couldn't get up. I'm up now. It is 10. I'll have to go to the next class. The first is long gone. I couldn't have gotten up.
In the dream I remember the most vividly, I went lucid. I was at a window. One of those sliding door windows, looking out into the dark yard. The trees were blowing. And there were shadows. Something was rising out of the shadows. I turned away. Walked to the bathroom. I gazed into the mirror.
Oh...my face. I gazed into the face of a monster. It was lit up by the vanity lights. I could see the eyes, tortured, widening in horror from seeing this face. And the skin was pulling taught, farther and farther, the eyes as big as saucers now. I've never seen such a thing in a dream. My face, clear as crystal, this monstrous face.
I could not look away.
There were more dreams, all throughout the morning. What is it that has me up at this time writing these things?
I'm still tired.
