I remember I would wake up screaming and nearly drown myself in cold sweat. I’d try to turn on a light or get a drink of water, but I couldn’t even move. It was only a matter of seconds until my eyes would turn into old sepia camera filters, and “they” would appear.
You probably wonder what I mean when I say that. I mean, the figures that defined my childhood, and have stood the test of time. They appeared by my door like always, leaning slowly, stabbing me with those blank, obscured eyes. My lungs felt like they were decaying, and my heart felt like it was draining but keeping me alive long enough to meet the worst possible end. It felt like days would pass before a hand would clearly grasp the frame of the door, and one of them would come forward… but I’d never see it fully. I’d wake up. Then and there, I’d wake up.
I’d always run to the bathroom afterwards. Tonight, though, tonight is different as I have yet to wake up. Hell, I don’t know if it’s night anymore. I’d have the same dream maybe twice a week, but now, I lost track of how many times it’s repeated. I don’t even know if I’m still asleep, losing my mind, or just dead.
But this isn’t what scares me the most. What really scares me is that I think they’re coming closer each time, almost close enough to see a face.
I feel like my thoughts were all written out for me, like I’ve done all this before. It’s the strangest thing, really. I remember I would wake up screaming and nearly drown myself in cold sweat. I’d try to turn on a light or get a drink of water, but I couldn’t even move. It was only a matter of seconds until my eyes would turn into old sepia camera filters, and “they” would appear.
21 Comments on 'Dreaming'
Kinda more atmosphere building if you could? At the beginning start it up slow. Interesting idea though! 😀
Good concept but try to define the edges of your story a little more.
The beggining was pretty good 🙂 I kinda got LST towards the end tho :/
Well the thing is that i have similar dreams to what you described and this condition is called ,,bright dreams,, if you realy have this condition it is very urgent to get a psychiatric help it can be solved easily with 2 mg of Clonazepam ,Rivotril, and 150mg of Quetiapine ,Hedonin, if you dont feel like visiting a doctor alchochol will help about 300ml of vodka before going to bed.By the way its a god pasta apreciate
I liked the idea! Very intrigued!
It was ok….needs work but keep trying. Nice idea.
What is even happening in this pasta I’m not following
I remember reviewing this before it got published. It was kinda confusing. Maybe if it had more depth it’d be really interesting.
i got lost!!!!!
add more it needs more to it.
it was good but you have to be more imaginative it lacked detail and stucture work on that.
I feel the general consensuses of the forum is that we need a but more story line and detail, and I would have to agree. I would love to read this pasta again upon the completion of a second or third draft!
i don’t get exactly what happened but this story got me in the beginning and stuck to me til the end
good pasta, but just a little critique here – “old sepia camera filters” isn’t a thing. Sepia tones in old photographs were caused either by the aging of the picture, or through chemical treatments of the photo during development. Adding it via filter is purely a digital age thing. Not a major problem for the story, but something the author might want to be aware of.
I got lost at the end. But I like the idea of the story.
It was good, I personally would add more detail and describe it more.
Not enough pasta.
Good pasta I like the mention of sleep paralysis.
This reminds me of a dream I had once.
Good concept and idea, but give more detail because some of us are a little lost.