Remember the last time I mentioned night terrors? Well, they’ve returned with a vengeance.
Last week I was awakened by Joe in the middle of the night, moaning (in my dream I was screaming). The dream was a about a ghost that was tormenting me. The closest thing I can compare it to would be a live version of The Blair Witch Project. You can fight against something you can see, but not something you can’t. When I woke up I thought my heart was going to come out of my chest. I literally thought I might be having a heart attack. My whole body was shaking (Joe remembers that, too). I had to go to the bathroom but was so paralyzed with fear that I couldn’t for a while. It still haunts me and this was last Wednesday night. So, why am I writing about this now? They’re not stopping.
Last night I had a dream that I was taking off my clothes. A man in a truck stopped and was watching me. I had quickly covered up and said I was not doing anything until he moved. He started getting out of his truck. I quickly ran to a room and tried to lock the door. He was pulling as I was pulling and I finally got it locked. However, the door was still open about 6 inches. It was a bedroom, oddly, and I hid behind the dresser hoping he would go away. When I looked around the dresser after a while he was peering through the door space just waiting for me. Trapped! Then I woke up. This is not the only dream like this that I’ve had since last week.
In all of my dreams I am hunted by something. No matter where I go or what I do, they find me. It’s a horrible, horrible feeling.
Time to bring this up in therapy, I think!