Dreams

The last few nights I've been having some very bizarre dreams. Some of them are just weird, and some of them really scare me. My next few posts will probably, and more than likely, be about these dreams. The weird ones leave me confused and wondering. Like the dream I had where my arms wouldn't stop growing at an alarming rate. They grew so long they dragged across the floor. Or one time I dreamed the I shrunk to the size of a walnut and birds were trying to eat me, and people were trying to squish me. But the ones that scare me always come in the form of a night terror; when I wake up I still think I am dreaming; the dream seeming so real I can feel everything. In one of these a faceless figure in a long black cloak had pushed me into a deep pit, laughing a sadistic laugh as I fell into the fiery pit of the hole. Another was the world ending. I could see the flames among the Earth, smell the burning bodies, hear the screams. I was the only one to survive and I felt the loneliness. But the latest dream, from last night, scared me the most. I was becoming some kind of monster, and i could actually feel it. I could actually feel my eyes turn red, and the anger burning in my chest. I couldn't control myself as I let the anger fill me and I kill everyone I knew and didn't know with my bare hands. I always wake up scared, always feeling sore and like I didn't sleep at all.