In my continuing effort to turn this blog into the most depressing place I can make it, today I’d like to talk about nightmares. Specifically the fact that I have them constantly. In fact, it is very rare that I go for more than a few days without waking up from a terrifying nightmare. It really gets old, and it makes me not want to go to sleep.
Most of my nightmares involve death of some sort. Some of the more vivid dreams I’ve had involve large scale death. One time I was in the military and was about to be sent off to a battle where I was assured by my leaders that I would die. Other times there has been some force, natural or supernatural, that was going to destroy the world.
Other times my nightmares are a little more mundane. I’ve had a fair amount of them where I get put in prison. I can’t really remember the details for why I get put in prison, but there definitely have been instances of that. And there have been other cases where something happens that ruins my life.
Needless to say, I’m always very glad to wake up in the morning. But it still shakes you up quite a bit to wake up knowing that your life is ruined or that you are dead. It takes a few seconds to realize that everything is okay. And I hate those few seconds.
Now, despite this, sometimes I do have good dreams. Like last night. I had a dream that was all about eating cake. I was just sitting around in a cake store, eating cake. That is a good dream.