Nightmares,

I have blogged before about nightmare’s, Nightmares that visit me often, nightmares that I no longer know reality from dream’s.
Not a negative post that I promised to stay away from, just a post reflecting on in a time of which I am confused.

When I lay down in bed, when I pull the duvet up to my shoulders, I pray that comfort and silence will guide me into solitude, I pray that sleep will be a darkness with no relevance until the morning.
Instead most nights, I am pulled into a world that I get lost between reality and nightmares, I get pulled into a world were my body reacts, my mind screams and I am so lost. My dreams recently have had one theme, different scenes, different worlds, yet one common theme trapped within one room, unable to leave, unable to get away from the people set out to bring me to death.
I remember not every moment, just the fear and moments, of which I will document.

Escaping a hell, a world, I recall people chasing me, I recall running, my heart pounding, I recall pulling a child close, whispering it’s OK, we will be safe, whilst my veins ran with fear.
I find a door, I run to the door, I find myself and my child trapped. In a cage, a wire barrier, just centimetres away from the cage, another wall, yet not one of security.
The cage secure as the second wall is pulled through by others not of this world. The cage rusty, small. Cowering in the middle, a few people stand by our sides, scared, wondering what is happening, is this it? Is this the end? People outside, reaching through the walls, reaching through the bar’s, threatening, determined to end those inside the cage of their existence.
I wake, trembling, fearful, I wake confused, hoping it was just a dream

A few nights later, I fall asleep once again, my mind takes me to a building, no obvious escape. I am told to leave is easy, just follow the guides.
I find myself in a corridor, a corridor so narrow, running to a point, 4 doors, maybe 5. I open one, another door instantly appears, I open that one too, yet another door appears, this continues, until I find myself in a bathroom stall. Still no exit, I want out of this building. I want the door to take me away, but I do not know where it is.
I walk away from the bathroom stall, I walk into a corridor, find myself in a room, again no escape. I recall fear, I recall hatred, I recall resentment, I feel so scared for my safety.
People chasing me, people out to harm me, I could trust no one

Unaware I am in a dream, My body lashes out, My body recalls at a mere touch, I flinch, I seek comfort yet I recoil from it.
I shake, I try to run, instead voices pull me from this world, reminding me this isn’t reality
Yet to me it is, this is part of my hell, a hell I simply cannot escape from.

Are dreams part of reality, are they trying to tell us a story, or are they just fictitious parts of our mind, that is twisted beyond belief leaving us to question our reality?