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Jun 2013
These dreams, twisted dreams.
It begins as i’m living through an every-day,
mundane situation.
But suddenly,
abruptly
the dream forcefully collapses into a
traumatizing,
and uncontrollable horror.
Usually I am left with a complete lack of motor function,
helpless,
paralyzed.
-
The worst thing about it
is that even after waking,
I still experience this dreadful dreamworld
creeping into my waking life.
It seems as though every time I awake
from one of these torturous sessions,
several phantoms from my subconscious
surround my bed,
grasping onto my reality for longer
and longer each time.
Each time with greater desperation
before they fade away.
leaving as quickly as they came,
as I am left to lie
swimming in dread
through the dead of the night.

N.H.
Nihl
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Nihl  Convict colony
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