Today, I woke up an hour earlier than usual from the most horrible nightmare I've dreamt. When I told my roommate, she told me that she also had a bad dream.
She said, "Maybe we woke up at the same time because I thought I heard a distressed cry coming from the bottom bunk..."
But I don't remember crying out, so I must have still been dreaming then.
The dream was too horrible for me to say what it was. It is afternoon right now so the details have already been blurred in my mind. I am really glad about this and wish I could simply erase the entire thing from memory.
I know it wasn't real. I know that you have no power over your dreams. I know that you cannot consciously control it. I don't even want to hold the unconscious mind responsible for dreams. I want to believe that dreams are elusive, external creatures, something that floats inside and out your head while your body and soul is resting and at its most vulnerable state.
The dream freaked me out so much that I cried.
That is something that has never happened to me before.
It wasn't real, but it felt real. All of my previous dreams were crazy, impossible, and almost incomprehensible. They simply did not make any logical sense. The worst part was how submissive and scared I was in the dream. Crazy, but perfectly feasible.
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