#nightmares suck

Recall back around 4th or 5th grade getting a Precious Moments bible from a family member who was a Southern minister, n me grams lending me Stephen Kings ‘It’ since I loved, & still love reading. In her defense, she never actually read the book.

Switched back n forth reading them. When 'It’ got too scary would switch to the Bible hoping it was less so, and it was totally boringly, zen during those many begets, until the stories sometimes seemed more horrifying than Kings.

Oh the interesting ways my brain made sense of all that! Such vivid, memorable dreams, night wanderings (or oft was so told) n feelings, n experiences!

Not sure if having a night-light made it better or worse?

Lying on your stomach, only able to open your eyes n look around. Feeling this weird buzzy, vibration in your noggin, n then you notice the sensations of being grabbed by the ankles, and slowly dragged towards the end of your bed, and you can just lie there, heart thumping, wondering what’ll happen when you reach the end. N what does the thing that’s holding you looks like?

Or feeling helpless whilst feeling like you’re being lifted up in the air, and then feeling yourself crash back onto the bed.

Trying to escape a dream by sitting up and feeling arms grab you from behind and pull you back into it, and then you actually sit up in a panic finally wide awake n realizing it was a dream in a dream.

The creepy whispering n occasional words heard.

Feeling the scream trapped in your throat n remembering the dream that caused it.

Scaring the crap outta yourself cuz you woke yourself up with your own screams, but the dream is gone.

Dream control therapy classes would’ve been nice to take as a younger human. Would’ve been like the dream master from earlier on.

At least now in the older years learned some skills to avoid, get out of, or to change the course of a dream.