Nightmares? · 1:41am May 5th, 2014
I'm not really the guy who tells these kind of things, apart from when I used to be ''different'' to what I'm like now, but I think it'd be best if I got it out of my mind.
A week or so ago, I occasionally had a few nightmares, all of which scared the living hell out of me, but above all the reason was because after it, it seemed to be real! Especially ones about my friendship with my friends at school and stuff like that, family included.
One I had a while ago scared me the most. It was the most dreadful thing I ever imagined. We were at school, and I was walking to Upper School with my friends when all of a sudden, a war siren goes off and before we all knew it, atomic bombs rained from the sky, engulfing me and my friends in a fiery blaze, and the worst part was, I couldn't scream, and I could very much feel the heat touching my gloved hand. It felt SO real! When I woke up at my grans, I remember I was shaking, scared of it being reality. I was walking to Lower School one day, and when I went down the path, it looked similar to my dream, and I kept thinking that any moment in the time it took me to get to lower, the sirens would go off, but it never did. God, some people looked at me as if I were hyperventilating or something...
The next dream just frightened me the most. Me, my brother Liam and other family members were holed up in a barn or something, and I remember zombies were trying to smash down the door. Ramming at it, moaning, groaning and scratching. We all had weapons, so I felt kinda safe. As usual, I had a sniper, and my brother and dad had a rifle or machine gun. I was left alone in the barn, scared as I held my gun close and pulling back the safety switch on the side as I looked through the scope, looking at the barn door and door inside the barn. Then the lights flickered and Dad and Liam left, the door slamming shut and the rattling stopping as the door to my right flicked open and broke to shards.
I officially shat myself thinking I was gonna die there and then.
I climbed boxes and crates and hit high up in the roof, resting on sheets of bedding and towels and pillows, safe from near zombies that would kill me. As predicted, zombies did come into the barn, searching for me. They knew I was there, but didn't know where I was. I sniped them, their brains and blood painting the rotten white walls a sickly crimson of coagulated blood and guts mixed together, looking like a thick, red mushy paste.
I was again on my own, when I hear something. I look behind me and immediately get tackled by a zombie, he bit into my neck, and I could feel it. It hurt like it was really happening! I lay there, dying as my blood flowed free of my body as I was being eaten alive. I woke up, cold sweat running down my face and I was panicked about the whole thing for a few days.
Just take it into consideration. You never know. Even the fakest of things can be or become real. Who knows?
*sees there is no applicable emoticon*
But in all seriousness, or whatever seriousness remains in my system, ( just last Friday, I was even crazier than usual, WITH my meds, and WITH my Coke) damn, son. I can't imagine the pain you must have been feeling. I don't know how old you are, but I'm 13, and very rarely do I have dreams at all. Not sure why, though. Anyways, -crap, I can't remember what I was about to say. Ah well. Honestly, You're a good person, and -*sigh* stay on topic, Connor. Well, since I officially cannot remember what else I had to say, here's hoping you have a good night tonight. Sweet dreams!
2078007 I'm 15. But I dont have them much anymore, same as you. But seeing my friends burn alive and die in my dreams...I wanted to kill myself so I didn't have to see it happen again. Not really, of course, but I think you know what I mean. Seeing one of your friends or best friend disintegrate before your eyes is the most unbearable thing you could ever imagine seeing!
Sweet dreams, too. Another thing, I really hope you don't take drugs at your age...it will only make you become an addict and then later on in life you will end up like my mother: Stupid, a possible smuggler and drug stealer, as well as a failure of life. No offense, of course. I don't agree with junkies, is all. Try drinking wine more. Puts you at ease. I recommend Echo Falls.
...Gravity cat not amused. I'm 13, going on 14. I don't plan on drinking wine anytime soon.
Strettera, Vivance, Milk of Magnesia, occasionally caffeine. Strettera and Vivance combat my ADHD, I hope you already know what MoM does, and caffeine acts as backup Vivance.
You're 15, eh? Good for you. My respect for you has actually gone up, considering your writing suggests that you're at least twenty-something. I admit, seeing your friends disintegrate before your eyes probably is one of the most terrifying things imaginable. I say probably because I don't have a clue if it actually is, and most likely never will.
On a side note, I'm one of Dreamscape's proofreaders, you've probably heard of him. If you want, I can try and get him to do a fanfic review of one of your stories, possibly get you some more publicity. If you want me to, just PM me.