A nightmare woke me up last night, and I could barely sleep after that.
It totally sucked.
I hate it most when I have nightmares that are realistic, because then I can never go back to sleep.
I went to bed around 2:30am last night, which is isn’t much later than my usual bedtime. My nightmare woke me up around 4:30am, and I couldn’t sleep.
I usually can’t when I have such scary thoughts in my head.
I can’t really recall many details from my dream, but I remember Jeanette being somewhere with me—it was in an atmosphere similar to a mall or school hallway. People were walking past us, but we were waiting for something.
Which ended up being some guy I don’t know, but I was excited about it in my dream.
I remember just walking around and talking (about what, I don’t know), and then randomly sitting at a table, where I ask the guy to take a picture with me. (I don’t know, man.)
He moved in to get in the selfie, and then next thing I know, we were in the back of a car. I didn’t know where Jeanette was, and I didn’t know who was driving us, but we were moving. (And we were still in the position of getting our picture taken???)
We get out of the car, inside what seemed to be a garage, and Jeanette was there. With a bunch of people I didn’t recognize.
It was so odd.
We were laughing and everything was good, and then that guy asked me to help him get something from inside the house, so I followed.
It didn’t take that long before I heard something going off that sounded a whole lot like a chainsaw, followed by screaming.
The guy from my dream didn’t seem to be alarmed, but I was panicking. I was hyperventilating, my hands were shaking, and my chest was moving out and in dramatically. I had no idea what was going on with me, but I moved fast towards the wall between what was a hall and the garage.
Jeanette was yelling my name in between screams, and I couldn’t open the door. That guy was standing behind me, calm for a minute, before joining the panic attack I was clearly having.
I was basically clawing at the door when some other person I didn’t know yanked it open, showing me Jeanette.
“What’s going on?” I asked her. “Are you okay?”
Everybody around us seemed to be fine, but she wasn’t.
“I can’t get this thing out of my mouth,” she screamed, showing me something that looked like a rusted looped screw going through her gums on one side of her mouth. It looked like something you’d see in a Saw film, but she wasn’t bleeding.
I hate the Saw films.
Both of us were freaking out, and then we hear the chainsaw again, but much louder. I looked past Jeanette—to the source of the sound.
The people that were strangers before I went into the house suddenly were people I knew. I looked around the room, around us, and realized something.
I knew every single one of them.
And they all looked furious.
All I remember left was grabbing Jeanette and turning her around, so she and I stood back to back. We weren’t even able to take a breath before they all charged towards us.
And then I woke up, breathing just as hard as I was in my dream.
I still can’t get the images out of my head. Everything was fine up until that last scene of my dream. I don’t even know if it was all one continuous dream, or a whole bunch of different ones, but that was terrifying.
When I had nightmares when I was younger, I used to be able to just move somewhere else, and fall right back asleep. But last night, I couldn’t. I was so shaken by that last image that I had to put my TV back on. And since I couldn’t find my remote to my Apple TV, I had to put on the same movie I watched a couple hours prior, Tangled.
I wish I knew why I had that dream.
And I hope it doesn’t continue when I go to bed later tonight. Good dreams never revisit me, but nightmares for some reason—as far and few as they come—tend to reoccur.