Another Unfinished story

A Story by bryandredla

You ever wake up breathing heavily, with nothing in the room but darkness surrounding you? It seems to almost close in on you, the room is all the same shade of black but wherever you stare seems to be the least dark spot. The darkness creeps around that spot where your eyes have been stuck, for some reason you are standing, frozen with fear. You slowly realize that you’ve just had a dream. Was it a dream though or did you wake up during something terrible happening? Not a single part of you wants to but you cannot seem to stop your brain from thinking “what just happened?” All at one your thoughts seem to rush through your head like when your old vhs player was stuck on fast forward and can’t be stopped. You remember the beginning struggling to breathe with some weight on your chest, then your eyes snap open against your will because let’s just be honest your terrified of what’s causing this sensation. You don’t know if you’re a victim, or if this is your imagination. Your eyes seem to pop open even though you want to keep them shut you try to close them but you forgot to look while they were open, so you squint seeing the red light from your alarm clock. Immediately you realize you’re in your bedroom. Something you haven’t grasped yet is why your chest seems empty from oxygen, the heartbeat is just pounding against the inside of your eardrums, and I mean loud so loud if someone else were in the room they would ask about it. Standing, staring into the dark you’re trying to remember what happened, all of your synapses are firing at once, suddenly you remember that you stood up, more like jumped out of bed the way you were pressed into your thousand count thread sheets, and your hundred dollar pillow, you chose the spring mattress and what a good choice your weight pressed into it helped propel you into the dark. Where you now stand, trying to stand your ground but still frozen in the dark, for fear of not being alone. There in silence, in the dark not a muscle is moved, the ability to hear to listen is growing inside your body from not noticing the smallest sounds to hearing your own blood move. Nothing is in the room, nothing that has to breathe. No, no for sure no one could be there you would have heard that, hell you can hear the cars on the freeway a half mile south of your small apartment. Your sight seems to be coming to as good as its going to get, your alarm clock reads 4:34 am. You feel something isn’t right still, something woke you up. Only now you’re realizing that you’ve only been awake for forty-five seconds or so, your heart rate slows, your body tries to relax but your mind is still hard at work, if you could just grasp what was in the room, what made you wake from that sleep turned nap, and interrupted evening. You think, no hope, that it was just a nightmare but the problem is that you can’t remember dreaming.

Can give dreams to other people, well one specific dream, its given to a quadriplegic .