Hunter

Didn't go anywhere today.  Didn't have the heart to.  I was sick.

Once again, the nightmares have proved the better of me.  Last night, dreamt of giant hands grabbing me before tearing me into little pieces and setting me on fire.  I could feel the skin being set alight, the flaying as it burned off, then my muscle and bone...  Woke up screaming in the middle of the night and my legs were so shaky I could barely stand up to get myself a glass of water.  Why are my dreams so vivid?

Went back to sleep again, not that I slept well for the rest of the night.  Woke up and took my medication with tea.

Woke up this morning feeling like rubbish, the reason being that I slept like rubbish. My dreams have been very unpleasant of late and today was no exception.

It was horrible. I was bolted down to some sort of high chair. Bolts going through my arms and legs, piercing the flesh, blood streaming out of me from those wounds. I was horrified, to say the least. Then someone force-feeding me letters out of a book, like dry alphabet soup, until I started choking. But they just kept pouring it in, pouring and pouring until I was suffocating. All the while, my shadow is laughing at me. I woke up screaming in sweaty sheets, trying to push whatever it was away from me. It was like Alice in Wonderland by American McGee.