Nothing Like a Nightmare

Have you ever had a dream so painful, that even though you can only remember fragments of the horrible images, it haunts you when you wake? It’s not just what you’ve seen, it’s how you felt aswell. Then there’s the horribly sickening knowledge that your own mind created this dream. Like an unwilling self torture. I have an empty feeling in that place I know my soul should be, like something had snuck it away while I wasn’t looking. All I can think of is this stupid dream, even as hours have passed. I keep reliving the fear, the pain, the confusion…a strange fantasy world where doors don’t lead to the places they came from, passages long and narrow and never ending, and yet ending up where you began. It’s a place where shores wash up in a room full of hurt, confusion, and confinement. And then there is that person…that one person who has haunted your whole life, now showing themselves to still haunt your dreams long after you’ve convinced yourself you’ve forgotten.  What was once so beautiful, what once filled my heart with so much joy, was twisted into this ghastly blend of malice, cruelty, and gruesome sadistic pleasure. And all that’s left is pain, and the numbness you wake with when you realize this terrorist creature was not only your imagination, but once someone you loved. There’s nothing like a nightmare to shake your very soul.