Oneirataxia

Body is to soul as mind is to sanity

Or insanity

Who deemed themself judge over that which is sane and that which is not

Mind is to sanity as sleep is to dreams

Or nightmares

Why are we not the ones in control of our dreams

Our mind is susceptible to such terrors as our body goes into REM

I find it to be quite humorous

That which our souls fear our mind uses as a weapon against us in such a vulnerable state

Makes me laugh

Laughing when I watch as the man nears me with no face

Faceless, laughing

Screaming

I can not run

I can not move

He approaches

I wake

Or….

No, I do not wake

“Good morning, my dear”

Mom?

She does not call me dear

Not mom.

Who’s at the door?

Dad?

Dad’s been gone for years

Not dad.

Angry, he charges

At me?

No!

Little brother

Where did I get a gun?

I shoot

Tears

Hugs

Smiles

Laughing

Waking?

No, still dreaming

Why?

Sweating

Fearing

Crying

Wake up!

Can’t

Stuck

Who’s here now?

Little sister

I love little sister

Calm

She’s staring

At me?

No

Behind me

I turn around, involuntary

No longer calm

Dad?

No. he’s dead

I shot him

Not dead

Nightmaring

Screams!

Lots of screams

He has a gun

He wouldn’t shoot me

Wrong

Bleeding

Gasping

Dying?

NO

Waking

Sweating

Breathing

Living

Laughing

Laughing

Laughing?