Reoccurring Nightmares [w/ Story]
If you haven’t yet, read these past stories in order for context:
Discovered - www.deviantart.com/billy2345/a…
Street - www.deviantart.com/theblingdsh…
Good Old Days - www.deviantart.com/theblingdsh…
“How Can I Help You?” - www.deviantart.com/theblingdsh…
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Every. Night.
Every FUCKING night ever since we moved into the motel, I have the same goddamn nightmare.
It always starts out the same way. I would be somewhere doing something, everything is blurry and every sound is so muffled that I can’t even distinguish or recognize voices. But the events seem to be the same every night.
And then, it happens.
Something pushes me off whatever I was standing on and I would start falling into the void, and I would keep falling for what would feel like forever. Eventually, I would land neck-first into the ground.
Just as I land, I would wake up in cold sweat, my throat dry, and difficulty breathing.
At least I don’t scream when I wake up, or Danny would’ve had just as rough of a night as I always do. I don’t want to freak the poor guy out and cause him nightmares because I keep screaming at night.
I’m not superstitious, but some ponies say dreams can be visions of what will happen in the future. But thinking about that just makes me freak out even more.
I thought about telling NightSwift about this reoccurring nightmare, but it probably won’t help much. She’s not exactly a psychiatrist.
Well, I’m gonna try and get some sleep. It’s almost sunrise.
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Yes, I am not dead.
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