The Nightmare

By: John Page

I wake up. I feel panic. My heart is racing.
I can’t move. I try to open my eyes, but something holds them down. My arms are killing me,and I can’t feel my legs.
Something is sitting on my chest. O God, it is so heavy. It feels so warm. What is that sound? Something is screaming, is it me ? That’s my voice, but that isn’t me.
I feel something touch my face. I shudder as whatever it is it is not something I recognize.
It grabs my neck. It is trying to strangle me. It is so strong and I can’t move.
As I start to black out, my mind starts to race. Images of something beyond appear.
The images are angry. Something within me is so angry but sometime else is terrified. The images are me, but not me. What is going on? Someone help me!
The screaming is now in my head. I see laughing. Sound becomes visual while I hear my dying.
Panic, panic, panic, panic! I can’t get up. Wake up, wake up, wake up!
My eyes open. I see someone sitting on me -they hate me and I hate them. I force myself to sit up.
I scream at the thing. It simply forces me down.
I wake up. I’m covered in sweat. My heart is racing. I hurt so much.
I try to sit up, but my legs and arms don’t move. I look down and my body is not there. I am not in my body.
I float over my bed. I panic as I see him. He laughs at me and comes to take me away.
I fling myself at him with anger. We struggle, but I am losing. He touches my back. My back explodes with pain as my disembodied self is flung into a helpless body.
Here comes the thing and resumes trying to strangle me. I black out.
My alarm goes off.
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning. I sit up. All of that was a dream. I look at my mirror to try to gain a sense of reality. He stands there in the mirror.
O God.