For every dream that goes to hell, there's always a nightmare that stays true.
traveler've ever had nightmares? Those intense nightmares where you find it difficult to wake up, when you feel yourself losing control of your physical body and are unable to distinguish the nebulous and imprecise drawings of a virtual world with the clear and ringing of reality.
Lately I can hardly sleep for one night and this often happens, the one that usually does not happen are the nightmares that are taking hold. From that sense of anxiety that you perceive as soon as you lie down and forces you to read beyond your ability to resist fatigue ... but why not just close the pages and just sink into the silence like I'm too awake, as if the clock rate of and sleep were gone. You turn round and round until you give in to darkness, but that is not a good night's sleep when you fall ... it continue to live in another world where your fears, without the filter of light, move secure in their environment and like to tease the optic nerves and you think you sunk into REM.
The concern that brings you to enter and exit from these states reaches its peak with the greatest nightmare, that leaves you with a sign permanent impotence. This time I was pinned to the ground by two strong hands and firm, with no escape, no chance to cry because, in the air around me, the cry was only endless wave. And I did not have the strength to overcome those who did not see his face ... but in the bottom of my mind, as always in creating something that does not really know, rebelled and was not able to self-image ... and something unknown cry of rebellion, the violent movement of the head and elbows to build on had the best ... from the grasp and the dream in a single moment ... but the body still rigid and locked. That
relieved to find the well-known furniture and wall safe in my room, and anguish of have sensed something on the skin that you hope to never try live ... and the certainty that the next night will not be quiet. New
intermediate awakenings, new looks at the clock that relentlessly reminds you that the night is long and you're part of it.
Lately I can hardly sleep for one night and this often happens, the one that usually does not happen are the nightmares that are taking hold. From that sense of anxiety that you perceive as soon as you lie down and forces you to read beyond your ability to resist fatigue ... but why not just close the pages and just sink into the silence like I'm too awake, as if the clock rate of and sleep were gone. You turn round and round until you give in to darkness, but that is not a good night's sleep when you fall ... it continue to live in another world where your fears, without the filter of light, move secure in their environment and like to tease the optic nerves and you think you sunk into REM.
The concern that brings you to enter and exit from these states reaches its peak with the greatest nightmare, that leaves you with a sign permanent impotence. This time I was pinned to the ground by two strong hands and firm, with no escape, no chance to cry because, in the air around me, the cry was only endless wave. And I did not have the strength to overcome those who did not see his face ... but in the bottom of my mind, as always in creating something that does not really know, rebelled and was not able to self-image ... and something unknown cry of rebellion, the violent movement of the head and elbows to build on had the best ... from the grasp and the dream in a single moment ... but the body still rigid and locked. That
relieved to find the well-known furniture and wall safe in my room, and anguish of have sensed something on the skin that you hope to never try live ... and the certainty that the next night will not be quiet. New
intermediate awakenings, new looks at the clock that relentlessly reminds you that the night is long and you're part of it.