I generally do not write about my nightmares. My dreams tend to be extremely colorful, vivid, and often lucid. So if its a nightmare or a trippy dream, it hits me hard. However, despite this, maybe its possible that maybe they have some valuable meaning to them. Are they omens? Results of daily stress and anxiety? Biochemical imbalances? Spiritual fluxes? Or last night’s dinner? They could very well be a combo of everything, but who knows. Anyway, here are some brief entries of nightmares I have had in the past (or at least the ones I can currently remember).
Buried 6 ft under: When I was about 15-16, I recall laying in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I was jolted awake (or thought was awake) by this shadowy figure. My room and bed turned into a closed coffin being underground. I tried to push at the door trying to get out, but it wouldn’t budge. I could smell the damp earth around me and my chest started to tighten up. I felt like I was suffocating and I grabbed at my throat for some odd reason. I heard some noise above me, but could not tell what it was. Then shortly thereafter, I was jolted awake and everything seemed normal, except there was this heaviness that I could feel all around me.
The mutated dog: I’m going to say right now, without a doubt that I did not help the situation in regards to this dream. I was 13 years old and my family had to put down our 13 year old boxer due to old age and health complications. When I was in Jr High, that’s when I really started getting into Stephen King and Dean Koontz books. (To the one who is reading this I’m sure you can see where this is going if you fancy horror anything). I started to get into Pet Sematary around the same time my dog was put down (I do not recall whether it was before my dog passed, but I want to say it might have been before). One night, I remember having a dream where I woke up in a field with tall straw colored grass with massive dark colored hills and greenery all over the place. It was kind of like the fields you’d see if you were in California, but more inland. The sky was a mixture of warm, watercolor hues and it was a nice day. But, it felt off. Like that off feeling when you take a bite of something like candy that you’d think would be sweet, but is actually sour. I recall seeing my dog and a few other kids running around the trees and into this tall field of corn. I tried to sprint after them, barely being able to keep up. The sky started to turn this really nasty cloudy lemon color and the earth below us started to dry out and crack. I saw my dog run next to a tree only to fall and collapse between a few big roots at the base. The other kids started to panic and ran off in different directions. And… I heard my dog calling my name, telling me that she was dying. I did not know what to do. Then she disappeared into a small clearing of dried earth in the middle of a field of grass which looked brownish-grey. She came back from the earth and did not look right. She was gangly, had disproportionate limbs, eyes of an insect, scruffy ears, disheveled patches of fur and skin. She started to levitate from the ground and I ran. Everything turned dark and then I woke up. I have not touched the book since then.
Highschool Stadium Violence: I can not exactly recall when I had this particular dream. I know that it had to be when I was out of high school for a little while. I’m pretty sure this was a little bit after I broke up with my high school boyfriend (he was a jealous asshole, mind you). I used to run track in high school, so every once in a while I have stadium based dreams. In this one I was at the stadium at my high school (which really did not look like the one at my highschool for this one was bigger and the colors were different), getting ready to watch a game, meet, or whatever was going on. I was with a few friends, some of them being guys, a few of them being girls, and my ex appears. At first he seemed ok, happy to see me. But then as soon as he saw a few of my friends, he flipped a switch. I tried to distance myself from him and ran up the higher stairs. I could recall my friends dispersing. He at one point catches up to me and pulls out a gun, which he did not point at me, but held it at his side. I recall trying to take it from him, and it went off. I could feel the kick of the gun and the sound echo in my mind as I was jolted awake.
Cardboard boxes: This was my most recent nightmare. Heaven forbid that I have anything like it again. It just proves that I’m at work way too much. Yes, I’ve had dreams about unloading boxes, shelves, stuffing, storage warehouses, you name it. However… this dream had to do with me taking boxes from a truck, cutting them open, removing the stuffing from them, then tossing them aside. I could see one of my co-workers faintly in the background as the boxes started to come closer to my face. They got so close to my face where it startled me awake. That I think was one of the strangest dreams I have ever had.