I awoke in the middle of the night from my
own dreams with sweat glistening on my forehead and tears streaming down my
face. I laid there collecting my
thoughts; trying to remember what had caused the disturbance in my
slumber. I couldn’t recall what had
shaken me so badly. The tears had dried
to my face and I could taste the salt on my lips. My heart was still beating in a fast strong
rhythm; pounding in my ears.
The moment has passed, but my body was still
affected by the dream, I couldn’t remember.
That is the strange thing about the unconscious realm; one moment it is
vivid and clear. Then the second upon
waking it is all hidden, behind a cloud of fog that refuses to lift. The once
clear pictures that played like a movie were extinguished; leaving only a vague
feeling in its path.
In its wake there was this apprehension left
in its path, one that I couldn’t get past or move on from. My whole body was shaking and this dread
couldn’t be shrugged off. What had happened in this nightly vision to
cause such a reaction? I knew an odd day was ahead of me; I just didn’t
know what was going to happen. It made
me afraid of what the day was going to bring.
It took my body twenty minutes before it felt
normal again. I yawned and curled up on
my side with thoughts running amuck through my mind. Then my eyes felt heavy like bags of sand had
been laid on them. The last thing I
remembers was the clock read 1:30 a.m.
I awoke with the same feeling once again and
still couldn’t conjure up the memory of the dream. I was now getting annoyed with the mythical
world of slumber and the movies that it created. My room glowed with the bluish light of the
television that I had forgotten to turn off.
The changing images cause the light to flicker and change. The silence of the night was almost
unbearable. The only sound was of my cat
snoring softly at my feet. I must have
put the sound on the TV to mute. I
couldn’t remember doing it, but it wasn’t making a sound so I must have done it. I didn’t move hoping to once again sleep
before I had to start my day. Finally, exhaustion over came me and I drifted
into the uncontrollable world of unconsciousness.
The warm sunlight heated my skin and the
light shined in my eyes causing me to wake up.
That damn feeling was still there, but not as strongly. What was making me feel this way I couldn’t
say, but I felt it with every fiber of my being. The birds were chirping as they always do in
the warm summer months and I could hear cars driving up and down the
street. It seemed like any other day as
the world began waking, so why couldn’t I shake the nagging feeling that today
was going to be a strange and trying one?