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Mrph. Sick. I hate being sick. Read all of the fanfic that has been put off for the past week though. Yay for clearing out my inbox!
On the other hand, I really don't want to go back to sleep. I slept fine all day, but after a night like last night, I think I'll just stay online all night.
NIghtmares really are horrible. No one knows how to scare you better than your subconcious. I woke up, terrified and sobbing, three times last night. I'm not even sure how I went back to sleep after the last one.
The only thing they all have in common is the location. It was a refugee camp, with some illness going around like a plague. Or maybe it was a death camp. I can't be sure.
THe first one I was lying in a pile of people. It took me a moment, but I realized that they were corpses. I tried to cry out, but I was too sick, and no sound would escape my parched throat. I heard one of my best friends outside the pile. I tried to cry out, to move, to do anything, but it was no use. I heard the sound of fire before I felt it. My friend had come to burn the bodies, unwittingly lighting me as well. All I knew was the feeling of fire drawing closer, and the stench of burning skin.
And then I woke up.
I went downstairs, got a glass of water, then steeled myself to go back to sleep. Usually I only dream once a night.
The second dream I was still ill, but in the begining stages. I was still fairly able bodied. I couldn't find my family. I was driven by some deep instinct to find my family, to keep them out of danger, to save them. I searched and searched, but nothing. My body was quickly succumbing. Finally I found them all, together, dead. I was too late to save them. I laid down with them, knowing I was next.
This time when I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. Took a shower, another glass of water, trying to calm down, to stop crying. Before I went back to bed, I took a peek in my nine-year old brother's room, to show myself that he was still there.
The last dream was the worst. It started out the same as the first. The frantic searching, my body starting to wear out as illness took it's course. This time, when I found my family, they were still alive. Barely. I tried to save them, but I wasn't soon enough. I held them all in my arms, looked into thier eyes as they died. Starting with my sister, and ending with my mother. I told my mother I loved her, as she lay dying, but I don't think she heard it through the sound of her own death rattle. I could do nothing to save what is dearest to me.
I woke up sobbing, wishing for dawn.
I didn't get any more sleep that night.
I don't think sleep will come for me tonight, after the memory of last night. Anyone have any good phic to reccomend? I've got a few hours to pass before dawn comes.
On the other hand, I really don't want to go back to sleep. I slept fine all day, but after a night like last night, I think I'll just stay online all night.
NIghtmares really are horrible. No one knows how to scare you better than your subconcious. I woke up, terrified and sobbing, three times last night. I'm not even sure how I went back to sleep after the last one.
The only thing they all have in common is the location. It was a refugee camp, with some illness going around like a plague. Or maybe it was a death camp. I can't be sure.
THe first one I was lying in a pile of people. It took me a moment, but I realized that they were corpses. I tried to cry out, but I was too sick, and no sound would escape my parched throat. I heard one of my best friends outside the pile. I tried to cry out, to move, to do anything, but it was no use. I heard the sound of fire before I felt it. My friend had come to burn the bodies, unwittingly lighting me as well. All I knew was the feeling of fire drawing closer, and the stench of burning skin.
And then I woke up.
I went downstairs, got a glass of water, then steeled myself to go back to sleep. Usually I only dream once a night.
The second dream I was still ill, but in the begining stages. I was still fairly able bodied. I couldn't find my family. I was driven by some deep instinct to find my family, to keep them out of danger, to save them. I searched and searched, but nothing. My body was quickly succumbing. Finally I found them all, together, dead. I was too late to save them. I laid down with them, knowing I was next.
This time when I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. Took a shower, another glass of water, trying to calm down, to stop crying. Before I went back to bed, I took a peek in my nine-year old brother's room, to show myself that he was still there.
The last dream was the worst. It started out the same as the first. The frantic searching, my body starting to wear out as illness took it's course. This time, when I found my family, they were still alive. Barely. I tried to save them, but I wasn't soon enough. I held them all in my arms, looked into thier eyes as they died. Starting with my sister, and ending with my mother. I told my mother I loved her, as she lay dying, but I don't think she heard it through the sound of her own death rattle. I could do nothing to save what is dearest to me.
I woke up sobbing, wishing for dawn.
I didn't get any more sleep that night.
I don't think sleep will come for me tonight, after the memory of last night. Anyone have any good phic to reccomend? I've got a few hours to pass before dawn comes.