Repeating Nightmare
Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 12:19 pm
REPEATING NIGHTMARE
This nightmare used to occur regularly. It was one of the few dreams where I knew I was dreaming and I would try to change what happened, but it never seemed to work out in my favour.
The dream would always start the same, with the gentle tugging of my bedsheets at the bottom of my bed. Then a large, clammy hand would stroke my hair, gradually moving to my cheek. It would move so slowly, leaving an icy chill in its place. I remember in earlier dreams I tried to grab it, but my hand just passed through it; the stroking continued in the same, incessant manner.
I wanted nothing more than to move, or at least scream for my parents, but I couldn't. The most I could do was sit up in my bed. When I would open my mouth to scream, a gargle would emerge followed by my tongue falling out in front of me, where it would wiggle on my bed in a bloody, slimy mess. I would try to grab my tongue and put it back in my mouth, but then a voice would whisper in my ear, "Devil's tongue, Devil's tongue". One time, I stopped myself screaming to prevent my tongue from falling out, but instead, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and down my throat, stopping so that I could see my tongue wiggling about from the inside of my mouth. My eyes would then roll into the inside of my mouth, where I would uncontrollably chew them.
I would cry, but my tears were acidic; they would burn my cheek as they rolled down, blistering my skin. However, if I don't cry, the acid tears build up and burn through my eyes, leaving nothing but a thick, black substance. Here, the nightmare would switch between third and first person, so I would still be able to see what was happening as well as feel everything.
The nightmare always ends the same too, with the clammy, invisible hands grasping my neck tightly, strangling me. I'd always wake up just before I felt myself slipping away.
This nightmare used to occur regularly. It was one of the few dreams where I knew I was dreaming and I would try to change what happened, but it never seemed to work out in my favour.
The dream would always start the same, with the gentle tugging of my bedsheets at the bottom of my bed. Then a large, clammy hand would stroke my hair, gradually moving to my cheek. It would move so slowly, leaving an icy chill in its place. I remember in earlier dreams I tried to grab it, but my hand just passed through it; the stroking continued in the same, incessant manner.
I wanted nothing more than to move, or at least scream for my parents, but I couldn't. The most I could do was sit up in my bed. When I would open my mouth to scream, a gargle would emerge followed by my tongue falling out in front of me, where it would wiggle on my bed in a bloody, slimy mess. I would try to grab my tongue and put it back in my mouth, but then a voice would whisper in my ear, "Devil's tongue, Devil's tongue". One time, I stopped myself screaming to prevent my tongue from falling out, but instead, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and down my throat, stopping so that I could see my tongue wiggling about from the inside of my mouth. My eyes would then roll into the inside of my mouth, where I would uncontrollably chew them.
I would cry, but my tears were acidic; they would burn my cheek as they rolled down, blistering my skin. However, if I don't cry, the acid tears build up and burn through my eyes, leaving nothing but a thick, black substance. Here, the nightmare would switch between third and first person, so I would still be able to see what was happening as well as feel everything.
The nightmare always ends the same too, with the clammy, invisible hands grasping my neck tightly, strangling me. I'd always wake up just before I felt myself slipping away.
