Dream within a dream
Jan. 22nd, 2009 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieOr in the case of this morning, nightmare within a nightmare. The first was being trapped in a sewer with a bunch of people, with those classic rusted gates you see in movies and video games hemming us in from each side and water up to our necks. On one side there was the end of the tunnel and freedom. On the other side was a giant bloody alligator and a hole in the bars about the size of a person. And for some reason I could hear the alligator's thoughts, which went along the lines of "Damn, should have been quicker, now I'm stuck here all day waiting for someone to get tired and let their guard down so I can drag them off into a death roll."
The second was brought on by the 'death roll' thought. Again I was in water, but this time in the middle of the sea, with no land or boat in sight. And I knew, I just knew, that somewhere in that water was a crocodile, a big one, ready to grab me and death roll me. It didn't matter than crocodiles of that size don't live in the sea (there are salt-water crocs, but they don't tend to be the big man-eating size), all I knew was I was alone, there was no possibility of help, and I was going to die painfully and slowly.
I kept flashing in between both dreams, so one minute I was trying to break the bars of the gate, the next I was treading water and wondering where the croc would attack from. I basically forced myself awake after about the third visit to the second dream. *shudders* Ugh. I hate my oh-so-obvious subconscious sometimes.
The second was brought on by the 'death roll' thought. Again I was in water, but this time in the middle of the sea, with no land or boat in sight. And I knew, I just knew, that somewhere in that water was a crocodile, a big one, ready to grab me and death roll me. It didn't matter than crocodiles of that size don't live in the sea (there are salt-water crocs, but they don't tend to be the big man-eating size), all I knew was I was alone, there was no possibility of help, and I was going to die painfully and slowly.
I kept flashing in between both dreams, so one minute I was trying to break the bars of the gate, the next I was treading water and wondering where the croc would attack from. I basically forced myself awake after about the third visit to the second dream. *shudders* Ugh. I hate my oh-so-obvious subconscious sometimes.
