So it’s late, I’ve been asleep for a little while and I just woke up from a night terror. My dream was awful.
I dreamt my mom died. When they told me she passed away, a knife was plunged into the middle of my heart. The knife was sharp, I felt it pierce me. All these people came out from the shadows, they circled my bed. They were standing over me. The people were doctors I think, they had clip boards and they were wearing large surgical goggles. I couldn’t see their eyes. I tried to move but I was frozen in place. I wanted to leave, get up and go but I couldn’t move. The knife was in stuck in me, it had gone through me and held me in place.
The scene then changed and my sister kristi was with me, I still couldn’t move. We were in a cheap hotel room. Kristi was a drug addict and asked me if I wanted to try “jams & jellies.” She said it would make the pain stop. I didn’t take it. The scene changed again and I still couldn’t move, I was at a sleep over at my friend cathys house. I was in high school again. I couldn’t wake up, the knife was in my heart, Cathy said it’s just a night terror and she’s had them since she was a kid. The knife hurt. I still couldn’t move, The doctors came back, they stood over me, they were murmuring things I couldn’t understand. Soft whispers, big goggles and writing things down on clip boards, I struggled to wake up, I kept screaming I can’t wake up! I couldn’t move. They ignored me.
My mom died and I couldn’t move, There was a knife, I felt it. it pierced my heart...
I finally woke up gasping for air. I can’t stop crying.
