The Nightmare

I slept like I was dead last night. I wont lie, it was a scary feeling waking up and realizing that I actually slept a full night. I wish I could say it was a pleasant sleep, but it was not. I was trapped in my dreams...

I have this reoccurring nightmare...I remember the first time I ever had it - I was young, and we visited family up in Canada. We stayed in a log cabin filled with moose heads, deer antlers, and other stuffed critters you'd see prancing around on an episode of Mister Rogers. Scattered throughout the entire cabin, on the walls, mantles and yes - even on the floor. It was the first time that I ever remembered falling asleep and having the exterior effect the interior.

In my dream, It started out with me sitting on the couch of the log cabin, everything was laid out exactly as it was when I saw it awake. The only difference is that every face on the mantle, floor and walls were perfectly circular faces, with a grayish "dead body" shine to their complexions - and beady black eyes, with perfectly evil grinning teeth, from corner to corner the smile never lessened - and they never spoke, they just stared and smiled. At first, I thought nothing of it - until I "woke up" ...in my dream. I thought I was awake, it felt so real...waking up in my dream turned everything back to normal - that was until I rolled over to see my twin sister laying next to me, with the same smiling face. I screamed (in my dream of course) as everyone and everything with a face has turned into these mind-twisting faces. I was afraid to look at a watch, because I feared its face has turned as well. I would be running down the streets, and everywhere I looked, everywhere I turned...these faces. It has been a face that has been burned into my head - and so it stays and haunts me.

I wouldn't wake up when I wanted too - last night I struggled underneath my sheets, a splitting migraine so bad that made it feel like my brain was melting down the back of my throat in a steady uncomfortable drip and I am unable to open my eyes and catch my breathe. The faces that have haunted me for 20 years, which I thought I would have forgotten and left them in my past, have found its way back to my dreams. What do they mean - what are they trying to tell me? These faces have pain and agony writ ting across their over-stretched uncomfortable looking grins, and their eyes swallow you up like a garbage disposal chopping and dicing the remaining scraps of a hearty dinner.

Am I this dinner? Is this is what supposed to become of me? Or are they telling me to stay away from these "faces" these people who have changed, all the same...they're all the same.