Dreamland

It was one of those nights where sleep seems far away, off in the distance. So I lie in bed tossing and turning searching for the perfect pocket of comfort suitable for dozing off. Perhaps it was physical restlessness or mental wonderings which created the perfect recipe for a bizarre trek through an unfamiliar reality attainable only through the cover of night. Head one with pillow and body still as can be drifting into sleep when suddenly peace is shattered by ghastly, hideous, terrifying screams centered in the stem of my brain. Sound so intense I felt my entire body vibrate. Violent tremors pass through the entire room bouncing off the walls and on to the bed and finally into me. Frightened back into consciousness, my physical body unable to move. Confused, panicked, frozen, and grasping for breath; I scream but without sound.


There is an eerie clarity discoverable during the passage from the waking world into the Technicolor known as dreamland.

This particular journey was loud and frightening and alive; screeching, breathing, and pulsating. Just as terror was to replace the lucidity - it happened. I had arrived, somewhere between deliriousness and perspicuity.

... To be continued ...