Crazy Dreams

Sleepless Nights

The hallway seemed endless. A never ending corridor of carpet and doorways. Footsteps echoed as I seemed to only walk in place. Lining the walls were faceless paintings, sending chills down my spine. Every so often a dimly lit chandelier would hang from the ceiling. I could feel eyes tracing me, but as I looked around, my eyes were the only ones searching. Treading faster now. Gold trimmed doors passing me in a rapid blur. Crimson carpets muffle my frantic running. I begin choking on air. My muscles burn, they feel like fire under my skin. Every nerve is pleading for rest, for even a moment the ease of my oxygen flow. However, my instincts, just the fear coursing through my body force me to move faster. The adrenaline high pushing me further. I run as though my life depends on it. Tears stream down my cheeks. My hair, damp with sweat, sticks to my face. The faceless paintings no longer have shape. A mush of reality and tears fog my vision.

I trip. I don't know over what, but I fall. I expect a face full of carpet. Contrary to my expectations I only fall. The hallway fades into nothing as I descend into a void. Air fills my ears. Screeching air fills the painful silence. The void is solid black, as if I'm seated perfectly in a blotch of black paint. The perception of up and down are misconstrued. I can feel the cold air carry me, unaware if I'm falling up or down.

The familiar feeling of hopelessness consumes me, like the void around me. It feels endless, like the hallway, which now feels like an eternity ago. Once more I feel burning eyes. I no longer feel alone, as if the eyes have enveloped me. Holding my knees, I start crying again. I don't know why, but a painful sense of alarm surged through me. Grasping every nerve. The salty liquid puddles in the crevices of my face. I'm scared. Weightless terror, seething through my blood. I scream into my chest, no sound escapes. Holding my head I scream again. I feel trapped, alone, abandoned, in this never ending dark void.

My eyes open to my bedroom. I shoot up. I see the familiar comfort of my room. Stuffed animals lining my bed to keep me company. Colored lights reflect off of my face as my heart rate calms down. The gentle purr of the AC unit cools the once scorching room. My face is wet with tears. My clothes are soaked and reek of sweat. The bed is in disarray, as if someone had spent the night flailing. I take a calming breath, my body no longer coursing with the stress of the night.

It was just a dream.

-Authors Note-

lemme know if u want anymore of my stupid dreams. They happen pretty often, but I don't want to waste effort on something no one wants. 

:p

Thanks for reading this far

~Fin