I awoke into a nightmare. Ideally, and if given the option, I’d invariably choose to have it the other way around. Although subjectively unpleasant, I can at least grasp the concept of allowing my brain to play out its delusions of a menacing haunting or unnerving phobia while being safely tucked away in the realm of unconsciousness.
Yet regardless of my desires, it was quickly becoming apparent that this was not going to be how my night would play out — the dreadful dream that I hoped I had arrived in was rapidly morphing into a full-blown reality.
The lone light in the darkness emanated from our bathroom. It bounced off the walls and pierced my retinas. The exclusive soundtrack of the night was provided by my wife who composed a symphonyRead more on themighty.com