I have been stabbed multiple times with a sharp knife by an
unknown assailant, I have hopelessly lost my way in strange and lonely places
without any idea of where I was or how to return home, I have missed a step and
have fallen into deep bottomless chasms, I have been trapped inside burning
buildings without any route to escape, I have driven speeding cars whose brakes
had given away, and I have had to face intruders who had broken into my house
in the dead of the night, all alone…
I experienced all this at different periods
of my life, but the one common incident that followed it was that I used to wake
up in cold sweat in the middle of the night, sometimes sobbing, and terrified
to death and feeling scared even of my own breath. My heart beat rapidly
causing all logic to fly out of the open window into the dark night. I thought I might have let out a blood
curdling scream, but on second thoughts, I guess, it was just a whimper of an incoherent
sound that barely managed to get past my dry throat.
The first few seconds upon waking up from a nightmare is
really tough. Frightened out of my wits, I am strongly convinced that there is a
dangerous monster of an intruder in my room, lurking behind the dark curtains
or hiding below my cot, ready to pounce on me any minute. While a tiny part of
my mind keeps nudging me to flick on the light switch and to have a drink of
water, my limbs refuse to move, as though stuck by the ‘Petrificus Totalus’
curse straight from Harry Potter’s world. All I am able do at such times, is to
hug my sweat drenched pillow tightly and huddle under the blanket with tightly
shut eyes, till my runaway logic returns sheepishly, saying ‘all is well’…
Nightmares can certainly be horrifying!
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