Drink my soup...

Everyone dreams, you will dream every night. In fact you may have over ten dreams a night, but you will usually only remember a dream if you wake up during or just after it.

The first time i had night terrors (or sleep paralysis) I knew nothing about the phenomonon, so it was extra terrifying. A night terror usually involves waking up in the dark with a feeling you are not alone in the room. You are unable to move and sometimes feel a presence in the room. Night terrors are a frighteningly common disorder that affects 3% of the population. The patient is paralysed because the body hasn't properly woken up yet, but a part of the brain has. It is thought that this is caused by the brain 'misfiring' and is commonly linked to stress.  I am not stressed, my life is good.

So, my brother gets married in hawaii, beautiful beach wedding. The whole family together, beautiful. Everything apart from the bomb. At least I think it was a bomb.. a beautiful bomb... its hard to explain but we were trying to get the tv to work when it happened. Was it a terrorist attack? I know that the airports had all been closed just after we left england.

There was a huge bang outside, so big it didn't seem real. I remember running out of the door of the house, the tv and the rest of the room including my mum after me. The tv was following me with infinite copies of its self, each copy was a different color of the spectrum. it was beautiful. i began to run so fast i took off and it felt amazing, a feeling of true pleasure as I flew over trees and mountains all different colors of the spectrum. Beautiful. Sound strange? Stranger was to come...

I then find myself sat at the bottom of my own bed looking at myself sleeping. After starring at myself for a while i tried to talk to the sleeping Nick but no response. So I jumped up onto the bed and began to jump up and down but nothing would wake him. I then shuck the end of the bed so hard the sleeping Nick finally woke up, he slowly turned towards me and when he opened his eyes he starred at me in complete terror.

Then I found my self wandering around a city that I don't know.  I was able to walk around unnoticed by its inhabitants, no-one stood out - no-one made a sound. I eventually find myself in some woods, i come to a clearing where there are lots of identical wood cabins, its dark by now. I wander past one of the cabins and look in as I pass. Inside is a man-sized punch & judy puppet. It seems busy chopping something up with its arm which also seems to double as a saw or blade of some kind. I didn't like the look of this thing at all so i carried on walking. I dont think it saw me. I hope it didn't...

Next i'm in a cabin. Alone except in the corner is a man sized punch and judy outfit, not moving this time. What the fuck is going on? I dont remember how i got in here. I know i don't want to stay so i get up and head for the door. Its locked and try as i might i cant get out, its locked from the outside. I try the door again and again as i dont want to be in this room but even the windows are boarded up so its impossible to escape.
I hear a noise over by the fire place. I go over to investigate (ignoring the costume at the other side of the room). A small container or urn is shaking. Someone had left it in the fireplace. Carefully I reach out and open it. A tiny lizard is inside. its obviously really pissed off because it bit me. twat. little twat. Its a miniature dragon. I'm bleeding, the dragon seems to enjoy my blood. I feel like killing it, but i resist the overwhelming temptation.

Again I try to get out, but nothing works, the door is heavy and it feels as if its barricaded on the outside. I turn around and look at the punch and judy costume. I hate Punch & Judy, I always had. Why did kids like it? those fucking puppets always freaked me out. I head over to the costume and pick it up. Not so bad I suppose. It consists of a thick black cloak, with a wooden mask fixed inside a hood. The right arm has a heavy blade attached to a wooden handle inside the sleeve. Fuck knows what this is, or whose it is. I look on the inside of the cloak near the neck and i see some initials embroidered. ...NGC... holy shit. My initials. NGC.  Was this was mine? or was it was meant for me? I threw it down.

Many days later i'm trying to escape again. Although it feels like days since I found myself here, its as if no time has really passed. I cant get out. The tiny dragon has died. Little fucker, was i supposed to help him? I dont know. I become really upset and break down in tears. Everything began to dawn on me. I'm dead. I know it. I should have figured this out already but things happened too quickly. I'm crying uncontrollably. I hate being alone.... I put on the punch and judy costume...

I can see through the eye holes in the mask as I walk towards the door. It opens easily. Ok, so I was supposed to be wearing this. I can walk outside. Its dark and i'm not in the woods anymore. I am walking towards a very small town. I feel stupid in this costume so i sneak about so as not to be seen by the people wandering around. Its around 7 or 8 pm i guess as there are still a few people in the town going about their business. I see a girl. She is attractive, brunette, slim and walking up the hill. I follow her. She turns down another road towards a house. Again I follow her. What am i doing? maybe i could talk to her? look at what i'm wearing though..  its ridiculous! I take off the mask...

I'm instantly back in the wood cabin again. Shit.  I'm so tired... I fall asleep...

I wake up and put on the costume again. I leave the cabin heading towards the town. I see the girl again. She is wearing different clothes but its the same girl. She is beautiful. I follow her again. She disappears around a corner and heads down the same road as before. I follow her. She goes in to one of the houses. I pull at my mask to remove it but stop as I don't want to go back to the cabin. I walk up to the door which is open, and go inside.

She must be in the kitchen putting away her shopping, I hear her coming so I hide in the cupboard under the stairs.
I can see her through the slits in the door, she is lovely.What the hell am I doing? She walks past. I say hello.
She stops. I know I said hello in my head...  but what came out didn't sound like my voice, it didn't even sound like english.. "Salve(te)!" was it Latin? i dont speak Latin. Oh God. Whatever I said she didn't like, and she began to run down the hall for the front door which I had shut.  I ran out of the cupboard after her. She was terrified. So was I. What could i do? she cant get out of the house. I crash into her. She feels warm. She is crying now. So am I. I try to say that it's alright, I wont hurt her but my voice is different, and what comes out of my mouth is not english. She is so, so scared its horrible. She eventually struggles away from me. I go after her. I cant help myself..  what am I doing? she runs to the kitchen and opens the knife draw and pulls out a huge carving knife.

The next thing i know, the knife plunges straight into my stomach.. but it doesn't hurt. I can't believe what she did. I can't blame her i suppose. I feel an urge to hurt her, much stronger than the urge to kill the tiny dragon.  I dont spend too much time thinking about it before I raise up the wooden handle of the blade attached to my sleeve. With my eyes closed I bring it down into her neck and she crumples on the floor. She struggles for a few moments then she stops moving. I fall to my knees to see if i can help her, what have I done? I start to cry. I hear the sound of police at the door, will they see me? they break the door down and find me in the kitchen staring at the dead girl. They can see me. Just like the girl could. I almost feel better. Guns are pointed at me, but i don't care.  Crying, i rip off the mask...

It was a dream. a vivid, realistic dream, but it was a dream and nothing more. thank god. I'm not dead. I lie there for a while wondering what to do. its dark. around 3.30am and i'm too scared to move.
I feel like i'm not alone in the room. I dont want to look but it feels as if someone is watching me.
I know there is someone sat at the end of my bed watching me but i cant move my head to look at them, I can sense its a man. He reaches out, his hands cover my mouth... I cant breathe... I try to move but i'm paralyzed? In a desperate attempt to save myself I manage to shake my head free of his hands.

I wake up... It was a dream, a vivid realistic dream, but it was a dream and nothing more...