It's morning and everything goes on as usual. And today, you feel exhausted and lousy. Ah, you remember the bad night you had. Waking up countless of times from vivid dreams that don't remain as vivid memories. But you remember the worst of these.. A dream or something real? Because it felt real.
Seemed like a nightmare when you felt your hands being gripped tightly by phantom hands. Strong, manly hands, neither warm nor cold. So tight and so close, you can't move at all. You're gripped by fear, you can't move anyway. And then you open your eyes, and you see nothing. But the invisible hands are still there, you still can't move. Your heartbeat going fast, you close your eyes again and pray to the dear Lord to deliver you from whatever it is.
And now all you can remember is that you had a series of other moments of waking up. You can't exactly remember how that one ended. A dream? Or something real?
Whether it was a very vivid nightmare with tactile sensations, or a real attack, the fear was real, and the prayer was really made.
After all, "Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality, and dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy" - The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Just before I slept, I had prayed for forgiveness and for a change of heart, I have been dragging my feet too long, going the wrong way. Whatever that experience was, I honestly feel disheartened now, but my mind tells me to hope it doesn't stay that way.
1 comment:
Moss mos,
Are you alright? That sounds frightful, but I understand because I've experienced it before except that it was like my whole body was being bound and felt like someone was pressing on my chest...
I will pray for you and that you will have a good nights rest every night. :)
Take care.
Love,
Hazel
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