I guess anyone can attest that nightmares are just terrible. I already am an adult -- I'm finishing college and I'm currently working -- but nightmares bother me so much. I find them stressful, frightful and just very disturbing. What I hate the most about these are Redundant False-Wakings -- "dream-within-a-dream", or in this case, "nightmare-within-a-nightmare-within-a-nightmare-within-a-nightmare." Terrible. Just terrible.

I was back in my childhood room in France, but everything was dark, with eerie lights dancing on the walls. I was cold, my voice was hoarse, and I tried getting up... and I thought I have woken up.

I get up, and I find myself in a train, where an evanescent white moth was flying in front of my eyes. Two men approached me with a box filled with black sand, with white cigarette butts in different lengths protruded from it randomly. They were pale, with sunken eyes, and dressed in black.

The man to my left told me that his companion was upset, since I prophesied that he would die, saying that "he belonged to the End." He then pointed at the cigarette leaning dangerously over the edge, and as it broke and was about to fall over... I thought I've woken up.

I was startled to find myself back in my childhood room, as a very large zombie-like man, dressed in the typical school-boy uniform rolled over me, knocking the air out of me, and started to strangle me!


---------- SLIGHT VIOLENCE/GORE WARNING. Skip if you must. ----------

"This is just a nightmare..."
"Claw his face out..."
"... I'll wake up, I'm sure of it!"
"Claw his face out..."
"I'll wake up, I'll wake up..."
"Kill him! Kill him! He's killing you!"

Those were the conflicting voices in my head. I sincerely wanted to wake up, but I definitely didn't want to die. Inasmuch as my voice was hoarse in the beginning, I started screaming, "Wake me up! Wake me up! Help!" And I was secretly hoping I was really screaming in my sleep so somebody would wake me up...

But I just carried on clawing at his face, until his face actually came off! I saw the raw muscles and blood. I screamed and screamed until I managed to push him off me, and off the bed.

---------- END OF SLIGHT VIOLENCE/GORE WARNING. ----------


I looked over and to my horror, the edge of my bed was the edge of a cliff. I lie back down, shut my eyes and pray that I wake up...

I open my eyes, and I was still in my room! I shouted out, calling my Dad. My Mom comes along, naked, crying, "Why are you calling for your Dad, while I'm right here?"

I get out of bed and went into her arms, "Mom, I'm having a nightmare, please wake me up, I can't wake up!" She embraces me, "Don't worry, I'm here. You'll wake up. Your Dad & I will wake you up..."

... And only then I do.

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