Two nights ago I had a strange and somewhat terrifying dream...
It started out on the inside of what I first took to be a sinking airplane in the ocean. As the dream moved on I think it changed into either a large boat or even ship that was completely submerged and almost all of the rooms were filled to the top with seawater.
I remember I was moving through the ship from room to room, swimming under water most of the time and praying I didnt run out of breath due to the lack of space to suck in a lung full. As Im sure you've seen in movies that have these scenes, the water took on this blue/gray tint and what lights still managing to stay on were blinding below the surface. Debris, clothing, and other random objects hung suspended in the water, bumping into me as I swam by.
A terrible feeling of being stalked was overwhelming me, making me imagine I was losing my air supply too quickly. I knew there was someone else on this ship, someone awful, someone who I thought was a friend. I knew it was a man but thats all I could truly pinpoint.
I came to a massive steel door in the shape of a circle, hanging slightly ajar and tried pushing it. It was heavy, even for a dream it was heavy and that sick, being stalked idea was forcing me into a panic. I twisted sideways in the water, finding a place to plant my feet and pushed hard with my shoulder. The door gave and let out an echoing groan of protest, then went swinging open faster than I expected, sending me gliding through the now open doorway at a dangerous rate of speed. I managed to drag my feet against the floor, slowing me and just before I gained complete control, I saw someone swimming directly at me.
Immediately my body went limp, eyelids lowered to slits and I tried damn hard to not allow any air to escape my lungs. It was him, the man chasing me and he had found me. All I could think to do was play dead.
For several seconds nothing happened. And then something touched my forehead, something soft. I raised my eyes as carefully as possible, praying for him not to realize I was alive. Two eyes stared back at me, but they held no life. I bit back a scream, kicking and shoving it away from me, this corpse that had floated directly into my path, not some killer but almost as horrifying. Pure panic took over and I kicked more, trying to reach the surface for that precious air. I had already exhaled most of my supply so rising to the top was no easy feet. My arms worked up and down, reaching and reaching but grasping nothing but more open water.
I thought, "I am drowning." My lungs were on fire, begging for oxygen, my head was reeling and I only kept sinking further from the top.
I was losing this battle, my limbs getting weak and vision blurred, the light getting smaller and smaller. I thought I should just take in a huge breath of ocean, get it over with...
My feet touched the floor, knees bending and just as my mouth opened itself to take in the biggest drink of my life, my legs tensed and then sprang to life, shooting me directly to the surface. I breathed in a little too soon and took in some water, coughing hard but paddling harder to keep myself afloat. Once the burning in my lungs had calmed and my head stopped pounding I slowly moved to some piled mess that had stacked itself when the boat rolled.
As I began pulling my upper body onto the mess to rest, there was a sound in the water behind me and before I could even begin to turn around, he had a fistful of my hair. He yanked backwards, hard and I felt some of my hair relieve itself of my head. A scream erupted from my lips as he pulled me back into the water, my arms flailing and legs kicking harder than ever. He was at my back, hand tangled in my hair and holding tight. His free arm came around and thumped me in the stomach and though the water slowed his punch, it was still enough to force most of the air out of my lungs once again. I was dazed, trying not to breathe the ocean in, and he had traded my hair for my throat, both hands wrapped tightly around it and squeezing. I could not see his face, only his huge mouth with gritting teeth and wide, hateful eyes. He was going to kill me. I knew this. He was far too powerful no matter how hard I pried at his fingers or kicked at his groin.
Again, I thought, "I am drowning."
Then I woke up.
It started out on the inside of what I first took to be a sinking airplane in the ocean. As the dream moved on I think it changed into either a large boat or even ship that was completely submerged and almost all of the rooms were filled to the top with seawater.
I remember I was moving through the ship from room to room, swimming under water most of the time and praying I didnt run out of breath due to the lack of space to suck in a lung full. As Im sure you've seen in movies that have these scenes, the water took on this blue/gray tint and what lights still managing to stay on were blinding below the surface. Debris, clothing, and other random objects hung suspended in the water, bumping into me as I swam by.
A terrible feeling of being stalked was overwhelming me, making me imagine I was losing my air supply too quickly. I knew there was someone else on this ship, someone awful, someone who I thought was a friend. I knew it was a man but thats all I could truly pinpoint.
I came to a massive steel door in the shape of a circle, hanging slightly ajar and tried pushing it. It was heavy, even for a dream it was heavy and that sick, being stalked idea was forcing me into a panic. I twisted sideways in the water, finding a place to plant my feet and pushed hard with my shoulder. The door gave and let out an echoing groan of protest, then went swinging open faster than I expected, sending me gliding through the now open doorway at a dangerous rate of speed. I managed to drag my feet against the floor, slowing me and just before I gained complete control, I saw someone swimming directly at me.
Immediately my body went limp, eyelids lowered to slits and I tried damn hard to not allow any air to escape my lungs. It was him, the man chasing me and he had found me. All I could think to do was play dead.
For several seconds nothing happened. And then something touched my forehead, something soft. I raised my eyes as carefully as possible, praying for him not to realize I was alive. Two eyes stared back at me, but they held no life. I bit back a scream, kicking and shoving it away from me, this corpse that had floated directly into my path, not some killer but almost as horrifying. Pure panic took over and I kicked more, trying to reach the surface for that precious air. I had already exhaled most of my supply so rising to the top was no easy feet. My arms worked up and down, reaching and reaching but grasping nothing but more open water.
I thought, "I am drowning." My lungs were on fire, begging for oxygen, my head was reeling and I only kept sinking further from the top.
I was losing this battle, my limbs getting weak and vision blurred, the light getting smaller and smaller. I thought I should just take in a huge breath of ocean, get it over with...
My feet touched the floor, knees bending and just as my mouth opened itself to take in the biggest drink of my life, my legs tensed and then sprang to life, shooting me directly to the surface. I breathed in a little too soon and took in some water, coughing hard but paddling harder to keep myself afloat. Once the burning in my lungs had calmed and my head stopped pounding I slowly moved to some piled mess that had stacked itself when the boat rolled.
As I began pulling my upper body onto the mess to rest, there was a sound in the water behind me and before I could even begin to turn around, he had a fistful of my hair. He yanked backwards, hard and I felt some of my hair relieve itself of my head. A scream erupted from my lips as he pulled me back into the water, my arms flailing and legs kicking harder than ever. He was at my back, hand tangled in my hair and holding tight. His free arm came around and thumped me in the stomach and though the water slowed his punch, it was still enough to force most of the air out of my lungs once again. I was dazed, trying not to breathe the ocean in, and he had traded my hair for my throat, both hands wrapped tightly around it and squeezing. I could not see his face, only his huge mouth with gritting teeth and wide, hateful eyes. He was going to kill me. I knew this. He was far too powerful no matter how hard I pried at his fingers or kicked at his groin.
Again, I thought, "I am drowning."
Then I woke up.
the_chemist:
What a dream! Surprisingly luscious.
psylentmike:
That was one intense dream, good thing it was only a dream.