Ever have a dream where you’re in your childhood home with your siblings, and some psycho is laying down suppressing fire? Where said psycho then comes in to your home and fatally shoots you and your siblings in the space of about 1 second?
Oh yeah. Good morning to you, too.
My dreams like usually involved a psycho gunning me down in the basement while I cried for my family, but they were entertaining company and told me to shut up.
I don’t think I’ve had a true nightmare in years. Or rather, I have woken up heart pounding but generally it’s from one of those dreams that in the light of day I’m then embarrassed to admit scared me. (Like the time I woke up in pure panic and then realized that I’d had a dream about a cow walking through my apartment. A Cow.)
When I was little, though, I used to have nightmares about things happening to my family all the time. And the weird thing about these dreams is that I was always in the upper right hand corner of these dreams, never quite part of them, but just looking on. Fr’instance, I dreamt once that my family was out for a walk and evil men showed up and swung each of my family members into the deep canyon that was behind our house. But I was again stuck in the upper right hand corner and was crying and struggling to get down so that they could throw me down too to be with the family. Weird.