The worst part of going to sleep these days seems to be the nightmares. I’ve had them forever, some ridiculous some terrifying. Lately, the unsettling ones have been the most prominent.
Last night I dreamt that a girl who used to be a good friend of mine killed herself. That didn’t bother me so much as it left me disoriented. I saw the suicide and the funeral. Being an omnipresence is a lot of work. Everything went as it should in life. I guess that’s the worst part. Most of my nightmares can happen. Very little absurd stuff happens in between.
I had one once when I was staying at my moms old place. I dreamt I was sitting out in the living room with my brother and his friends watching South Park specifically. Two men barged in claiming it was a raid, however, they were obviously not police. I remember attempting to get up and protect one of my brothers when I felt the cold muzzle of a gun at the base of my neck. I hear a click, and everything goes black. Just the screaming remains. And then I was wide awake to another nightmare (only unfortunately real).
I used to have reoccurring nightmares of being in a locked car that gets knocked into drive and crashes which nearly happened once. The truck only backed up far enough to hit the sidewalk. Of course, this was all when I was younger and unable to control a car.
If I could just go a couple days, just a few nights worth of decent sleep….