NIghtmare - A childs worst Enemy

the nightmare, A child's worst enemy. Do you remember waking up in the night. Already half way out of bed and jumping into the air. You wanted to land in the center of the room so that whatever was waiting for you under your bed couldn't reach you. Running out of your room and into your parents room waking everybody up in the house. When you are 8 years old that seems appropriate, but 17? come on....that's pushin' it a little. Last night I have to say. I've had scarey nightmares, but this one had to take the cake. I will best describe what was happening the best I can but you guys know how dreams go...once they're gone they're gone, and keep in mind a dream is never as scary when it is told....there is just something about a dream that makes your emotions seem like they are going 1000 times what they normally are.

In this dream I was actually making a haunted house for Halloween. See, I love a good scare, so that's what I was providing for these kids. Little did I know it was going to backfire. Designing the haunted house was easy. I had mazes and lots of thrills, but as I left the haunted house that night I believe something left with me. You know how those dreams are when you are just a third party member? A spectator? "watching the movie" as some would say. I knew that something bad was going to happen, but I couldnt say anything to myself...It was awful. I went to my aunt's house to go and watch a movie. Now this movie wasn't a scary one. It was just a movie, in fact I'm not sure there were even details on the movie given. The phone rang (one of those old rotary ones that hung on the wall) My aunt started to go for the phone, and for some reason this is where everything went just horribly wrong. As she picked up the phone she looked at me, and I could see her face start to change. I wanted to jump up and hang up the phone before it was too late, but once again I could not control my own body, or even where I was looking. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move and I was doomed to watch what was about to happen. That awful smile on her face. Her body began to bend back and fourth as her face continued to change. Her eyes Monstrous and swirling. She started laughing like one of those old cartoons. I think I now remember where this scene came from. I had made a track from my digital media class the week before. It sounded as though my mind was filling this gap from audio to video, and it was making me WATCH what it wanted. I couldn't wake up like I usually do. Finally. I broke from this terror, already in the air I realized what was happening. I was running to my parents room for safety. I stopped myself in the middle of the hallway thinking. What am I doing? I'm old enough to handle a bad dream for goodness sake! So I walked downstairs to get a drink to calm myself, and try to sleep for a few more hours. As my sleepyness hit me again I went back up the stairs with full confidence and began to walk towards my room. My door was partially open as I had left it, but the light outside my window hitting my dresser and jacket in such a way that made it seem as though there were something waiting for me to enter. I dismissed it for what it was, the light making it look scary, but then the cat ran out of the room next to me which startled me a little....putting my mind back into alert mode. IT WAS RIGHT THEN THAT I heard the most awful noise. It sounded as though It were daring me to enter. It sounded like a painful groan like an awful moaning. That was it, my brain had had enough. I jumped 8 feet back as my mind realized what I was about to do. I backed up into my parents door not sure of what was about to happen next. Was it going to come out after me? Was I going to have time to make it into the door behind me if I turned my back? I decided the best plan of action would be to stand there and stare at the room until either something happened or I Imagined that something happened. I was frozen in my fear. I couldn't hear that my mom was calling my name asking me if I was alright. (apparently i was making noise....) she opened the door as did my little brother. He walked out of his room and asked me what just happened. He said I started yawning and then you jumped 5 feet into the air.....the nightmare was over, but thinking about it now. I had created my own nightmare in a classroom a week before.. Here is that track for those of you who are interested in trying to visualize this nightmare.

http://www.mediafire.com/?2vzp0zvtu5hz2p9