My beautiful mind

My beautiful nightmare
As my eyes slowing open, all I see is darkness, and I close my eyes again hoping the light will be there. But then I open again and my room is engulfed in flames, I jump up on to the floor and it collapes. I fall to the next floor below, and I land on my back. My head cracks off the floor, and I feel the blood come rushing out. I try to stand and I realiZe there's something wrong with my legs. I eventually get my footing but it's no use the fire rages on. I grab the handle and rip open the door, and I can feel my flesh melting but I get through. I'm choking and I'm blind, but just as I see a way I got for it and I jump out the window I can feel glass cut through me like razors blades, and I drop I hit the pavement hard, feel the crush of bones. I look back and there no fire, suddenly there's hands all over me dragging me away and I'm kicking and screaming trying everything to get free. I'm clawing at the pavement and I can feel my nails slowing rippling off and now there's a hand over my mouth and I can feel the blade enter my neck and cut my throat. And then I'm free again but my hands are holding my throat and I'm bleeding out, I lose consciousness. I wake and I'm in a hospital bed strapped to a table. Above me is a monitor and it's constantly replaying every mistake I made. The faces of everyone I hurt. I try to look away but my head is strapped to the table. I can hear voices talking discussing me and how I'm handling this experiment. After days of seeing my every mistake and regret, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, I lost all sanity, the last thing I see them pump cyanide into my iv and I drift off to the Netherlands. Again I wake but this I'm in a cell covered in blood I think it's a police station, but everything is old and cold. When they come to my cell and tell me that I've been found guilty of murder, and my peers have sentenced to die. I freak out and I fight back but they brutally beat me, I ca feel every hit, and they drag me outside. And there Mon of people cheering and hitting and spitting on me. As I'm being dragged through the crowd, I see the stage and I'm walked on to it. I'm standing there pleading my innocence, but the nose goes on. I'm looking.at the crowd and everyone's is still not a sound, but then the trapdoor opens and it'sudden stop. And the crowds goes wild, and the last thing I see is a child ask why, and all I heard is he's a bad man. And again I wake up and I realiZe this was all the dream but it's so dark. I try to get up and realiZe that I'm in a box, and I can hear the dirt landing on.... to be continued welcome to my beautiful nightmare

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Grammar issues:
"...eyes slowing open," eys slowly open?
"... as I see a way I got for it " I go for it?
"...and there no fire" and there's no fire?
"... I lost all sanity" I lose all sanity?
"... but this I'm in a cell" but this time I'm in a cell?
"... I ca feel every" I can?
"...but the nose goes on." the noose?
"...everyone's is still" don't need "is"
There are some punctuation issues, as well, but, as I said, others are better at pin pointing exact errors. Spelling to me is the biggest distraction from good writing, all else can be "forgiven" or overlooked.

Well done, and God! Again, I hope this isn't a real dream for you. Caffeine and Five Hour shots, buddy....

[Carol Cashes]

Jee-zus! Literally from a fying pan to a fire...and on and on this nightmare goes. You do have some grammatical/spelling issues, but the gist of this piece and the content is as intense as the fire, and the knife, and the cell, and the hangman's noose...

I hope you wrote this outta your head and not from a real dream, cuz if I dreamt this s**t every night, I'd be a tweaker for sure!

I don't know if you want me to point out obvious grammar/spelling issues - let me know. There are others on this site that are more than willing to do so. The descriptions are good and I was in your damn nightmare with you...

Moving on.