Nightmares, Dreams and Sleepwalking

Nightmares and dreams, they're not so different. When you think about it, it's the same rules. Whether it is a nightmare or a dream, it's a reflection of your subconscious and imagination. Sleepwalkers are people who react to their dreams more than just writhing in the bed. I have sleepwalked a couple of times when I was younger, always remembering my dreams.

The first time, I dreamt was that my parents ran away from me. I tried to reach them, but they just kept running and running. The second time, I was being chased by something in a dark corridor. I also remember one time when I felt like I was being pushed hard into a wall. When I woke up, I discovered that I had fallen out of bed.

Those times that I felt real, physical pain, it was because something happened to me when I was asleep -- like the cat stomping on my face. The point is, that when I feel real physical in a dream, then something is happening to me. Usually it's nothing to worry about, but one time was a bit spooky.

I dreamt that I was in a hotel room watching TV, when all the lights went out, all but the TV. Then, I felt as if I was going to black out when something heavy and powerful was crushing me to the bed. I could read on the TV, in big letters YOU ARE GOING TO DIE. GOT YOU NOW. DIE. It went on and on. I felt excruciating pain. If I could have cried in the dream, I would have. Suddenly, everything went black.

I woke up, looked around and checked the time. It was long after midnight. I still felt some pain in my back and my face! I turned on a light and swept my hand over my face. There was blood. I was bleeding from my nose! I have never had a nosebleed in my entire life. I went into the bathroom to wash it off. Returning to bed, I tried to go back to sleep, but not before I contemplated how odd the blood was and what could have caused it.

Maybe I hallucinated, but I can swear that I saw something sitting on the edge of my bed. I panicked, but I fell back asleep right after that. When I woke up in the morning, I still felt adrenaline and a tight feeling in my chest. I've told my friends about this and they tell my I'm crazy! Well.... I may be, but I will never forget what happened that night.

One night, I was driving my mom's car on a U-shaped road. I guess it was some high-tech road of that age. My car suddenly crashed and I was standing in front of the car. I don't know how it crashed, I guess I just lost control.

I walked to the car and saw myself on the seat, dead. It was hard to understand, how could I be seeing myself lying in the car? Apparently, my neck had been cut through, a fatal wound. All of the sudden, I looked at my reflection. Indeed, my neck was slashed and had started bleeding.

A bright flash followed and I was standing at the end of a street. I saw a woman and her daughter cycling home. They left their bicycles behind and were about to enter their house. I asked them if they would help me get to a hospital but they didn't help because they didn't want to.

So there I was, bleeding to death, my neck had been cut by the glass of the car. Although the bleeding was intense, I didn't feel any pain. I actually felt good, even though knew that my neck was cut open. I started ringing everyone's doorbell. Unfortunately, right before they opened the door, they saw my neck and ignored me.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in a public bus with my father. Once again, I looked at my reflection from the window. The wound in my neck was much smaller this time and not bleeding. I was sitting in a chair, when the bus crashed. This was my second car crash that day.

This time I was seriously bleeding and I was the only one who was hurt. Weird, but as I was crawling on the floor to my father, I asked him if I could re-do the whole thing. Then, a passenger next to him put 50 eurocents in a pot. All of the sudden, I was sitting in the same chair again -- and re-lived the entire bus crash.