Dreams can be very fascinating.  It always amazes me when I have a dream that is bad enough to be considered a nightmare, waking up from at the worst part; yet I stay asleep and dream through it all.  Last night I dreamt about being bitten by a green snake.  In the dream I was relaxing in the grass when I felt the presence of something slithering across me.  Even though I tried to remain still, my body began to shake with fear that I was not able to control.  I saw the green snake on the ground near my left shoulder; then felt it slither across my upper body; and stop at the right side of my neck.  I felt needle pricks in the side of my neck; more than once as if it bit me a few times in quick succession.  Mind you, I did not wake up at this point.  After it finished biting me, it slithered away.  The rest of my dream was in an unfamiliar place with all people who were strangers to me.  I told someone that a snake had bitten me and was rushed to the ER.  I wandered around this hospital place aimlessly as if nobody knew I was there.    I told a lady in a white nurse’s uniform that I had been bitten by a snake and felt like I was having difficulty breathing.  She looked at me with an expression of shock on her face and took me to an exam room.  As is the case with all weird and disjointed dreams, there is a man sitting in the exam room with me stating that he needed a DNA sample and promptly masturbated in front of me catching his sample in some of that gauzy bluish gray tape used to wrap your arm after giving a blood donation.  I declined to give up my sample and told him that I wasn’t in the mood right then.  All of this dream perversion and I never did awaken.  I swear that I did not take any weird drugs, like acid, before going to bed.  I had nothing to eat after supper.  It had nothing to do with the dominatrix discussion held in Ventrillo.  I didn’t watch SVU last night; but maybe I have been watching too much CSI.  Sickman, I mean, Sigmund Freud would have a field day with all of the phallic related subject matter in my dream.  Maybe, it was simply a night bite and nothing more.  Whatever the case, it has hung onto me all day the way that most nightmares do.

Until next time… 

I thought my days, or should I say nights, of bad dreams and nightmares were a thing of the past.  The stats say that most Americans experience one to two nightmares a year on the average.  PTSD people can have them every night as was my case some years ago.  My latest demon, the Saturday Night Demon, quickly reminded me of how close those times can be again.  Over the past year, my sleep demons have not crossed over the line into my conscious awareness; so I let them lie without much care.  Wil woke me up at 3:45am because I was crying out in my sleep.  Yes, I was crying out in my dream as well.  I didn’t think I was getting my voice loud enough in my dream due to my fear, so I tried to make my voice louder.  Apparently, it came out pretty loud in our bedroom.  In the dream I was pinned down under some one in a car.  I could not see him; but could only see the darkness outside the car window.  I felt like I was being squished and I couldn’t breathe.  Where’s Jack Bauer when I need him.  Thanks to trazodone I was able to go back to sleep without much trouble.  This dream seemed awfully vivid and strong to just be the average nightmare.  Was this Saturday Night Demon just that; or is it an old memory launching its assault?  All I know is that I feel tired from it today, just like I used to feel years ago when this shit reared its ugly head.

Until next time…