The Nightmare That Could’ve Happen
Tired of the normal sleep patterns
“Huhhh”
*John gets up as he awakes from a nightmare.*
“Another nightmare…….”
*He looks at the clock and notices he slept for 8 hours and that he woke up at 10:49 again.*
“ Why do I even bother….at least I have a natural alarm clock, or would I rather say an unnatural one.”
“ I still have 2 hours before my appointment to see that Somnologist so I could kill time to have a little walk at the park…take my mind off of things for a little.”
*John arrives at the park and is just sitting on a bench watching people go on with their lives.*
“ Why do I enjoy watching people so much? Does it make me a creep? I don’t have ill intentions so I know that’s not the case…..it’s just…….watching people makes me feel kind of happy.
“Knowing people might be in a similar situation as I am…. not happy.”
*John notices on his watch that he has 20 minutes until his appointment, he gets up from the bench and is heading his way to the doctor.”
*He arrives*
“Hello doctor” John says
“Hey John, how’s your day so far?” The doctor says
“ It’s been alright so far” John replied
“ Okay… what seems to be the problem today” The doctor asked
“Do you want the short answer or the long answer?”
“The long answer”
“ Okay…. Ever since I was a little kid I would say ummmmm 95 percent of the time I sleep, I have nightmares but not just little nightmares. For example, I can have a normal day and I would spend time with my family and of course… I have intrusive thoughts about how our relationship could end or something extremely different. It varies from day to day but anyways, as the day ends, I reminisce about the day as I’m laying in bed trying to go to sleep. A few minutes later I fall asleep and almost immediately I start dreaming about the exact day before going to sleep. But it’s a little different or would I say drastically different….. every highlight of my day would be altered horrendously. My friends would harm me *John starts to raise his voice* my family would too and even worse I would harm them too and I jus…”
“Okay, I think I get the idea” the Doctor irrupts John
“Would you say these nightmares are affecting you in a harmful way?” the doctor asks
“What do you mean in a harmful way?”
“How is your sleep cycle”
“Oh, I get 8 hours of sleep every night so it’s a normal sleep schedule.”
“ That’s rather strange….” The doctor says with confusion
“ The issue seems to be a mental issue. I can give you remedies to help control your sleep patterns but you say you get 8 hours of sleep every night which is fantastic… but no remedy or medicine will be able to control what you dream so in that case I will be sending you to a therapist to help align the causes of your nightmares and hopefully neglect those dreams, does that sound good to you?” The doctor asks
“Are you sure there’s not a single pill that could at least help reduce the nightmares?” John asks
“ I can give you medicine but again, it will not alter your dreams but only your sleep patterns and I don’t want you to be dependent on the medicine.” The doctor replies
“ Okay I’ll give it a shot”
“Perfect……..you can go tomorrow at 11 in the morning. I’ll send you all the details you need shortly. You’re good here and Goodluck on therapy.”
“Thanks…you have a good rest of your day” John replies with disappointment.
*John is walking back home, his face facing the ground most of the time*
“AYE LIFT YOUR FACE UP BROTHER” says what appears to be a hippie who's sitting on the sidewalk
*John looks at him*
“Shut up” John tells the hippie
“you can choose to be happy or mad it’s your decision” The hippie replied
“YES TOTALLY…MY DECISION” John shouts at him as he’s walking away
*John arrives back at his house, His mom asks if he’s hungry but John’s whole day is ruined because he knows he has to go back to sleep with the same nightmares.
*John refuses and he stays in his room until the next morning*
*The next morning*
“Ahh”
*He awakens thanks to his nightmares again*
“The usual”
*John looks at the clock*
“It’s 10:49 again……… IT’S 10:49, THERAPY IS AT 11:00!”
*John rushes out of the house and tries to make it to therapy in time*
*John is sprinting*
*John is about to cross paths with the hippie*
“HEY man I think you need this” the hippie says as he hands out a water bottle to John”
*John grabs the water bottle and chugs about half of the water*
“THANKS…… thank you hippie” says John as he goes back to sprinting
“You’re welcome” the hippie replies as he stares at John running
*John arrives at therapy just in the nick of time. He told the therapist everything he told the doctor along with little more minor details like how it affects his social life. It’s hard for him to make friends and he has terrible trust issues cause of it as well.*
Takes matters into his own hands
“Well, that was a waste of time… I don’t think I’m gonna go back”
*sigh*
*But I have to……..”
*John proceeds to walk back home looking back at the ground again, same as yesterday.*
* a few minutes into the walk he notices the hippie still sitting in the on the sidewalk*
“Why are you such a wuss” the hippie told John
*John looks at him surprised*
“What did you say?” John replied
“Every time I see you, you always have a little sad frowny face like a little girl, life is too short to be sad all the time, grow some balls and do something about your sadness.” The hippie said
“You’ve only seen me two times” John replied with an attitude
“ And with that, I know you more than any friends you have… if you have any.”
*John stares at him with more of an angered face.*
“Tch…. why should I care what a homeless hippie says”
*John proceeds to walk away*
“ I can cure your nightmares” the hippie whispered at John
*John stops with a shocked face and turns back speed walking towards the hippie*
“What did you say?” John asked the hippie with a serious face
“Here take this”
*The hippie hands John a water bottle that contains a white liquid*
“What’s this ?”
“the formula to your wish”
“No No No wait a minute, you said you have a cure for my nightmares, why?”
“Drink this before you sleep and you’ll find out why”
“ I’m not drinking this unless you tell me first how you even knew I have nightmares!”
“ Do you want the nightmares to stop?………”
*John just stares at the hippie*
“ Drink it before you sleep then”
“Go on…..shoo, you can leave now” the hippie told John
*John walks away with the bottle perplexed and his headed back home*
“ How did…….. How did he know so much about me?” John asked himself
It’s time
*John arrives home straight to his bedroom*
“ there’s no way I’m gonna drink a WHITE substance a homeless hippie gave me that knew so much about me”
*John throws away the bottle in a trashcan he has in his room.*
*9 hours passes*
*John is laying in bed contemplating life*
“ I don’t want to go to sleep… I hate sleeping so muchhh”
“Why God why did you bestow something on us humans like sleep, why did I get the short end of the straw?”
*John looks at the bottle the hippie gave him*
“ How did he know so much about me? Mom doesn’t even know I have nightmares”
*John gets up to get the bottle from the trash*
“I gotta be more optimistic….. He knew so much about me so he could poison me? Maybe but I feel like he had good intentions”
*John looks at the bottle one last time*
*He drinks the whole bottle*
“Hmmm… didn’t taste like nothing…….*sigh*…….. He didn’t even tell me what this was for?”
“He was probably on something, to be honest, but oh well…. I drank it”
*John goes to bed and falls to sleep*
John opens his eyes and rises*
“ I……I didn’t have any nightmares?”
“ It worked ?……… I gotta ask that hippie what the heck was in that bottle”
*John looks at the clock*
“ It’s 7 in the morning too…hahaha wow it did stop my weird sleeping behavior”
*Was it placebo?….. I don’t know but I gotta ask that hippie.”
*John checks the kitchen to see his mom only to find out she wasn’t there*
“Hmmmm, she probably went out early today to buy some groceries or what not”
*John leaves his house to ask the hippie what was in that bottle, few minutes passes by and he arrived at the part of the tree he’s always sitting at*
“I didn’t see anyone, no cars, no joggers, absolutely no one and he’s not here…Did he leave?…. He better come back, I need to know what was in that bottle”
“ It’s not like it’s 3 in the morning….this is unprecedented.”
“The park is surely raging with people”
*John arrives at the park*
“No one is here and I don’t see any cars… I’m in the middle of the city and I DON’T SEE ANYONE!”
“Where am I???…….. What is this???….. I’m alone.”
“Am I dreaming? But this feels too real…… is this lucid dreaming?”
“Let me pinch myself”
*John proceeds to pitch himself*
“HUH”
*John pinches himself again*
“ I don’t feel it…..what’s going on?
*He looks around the park*
“ Is this real? I can’t tell”
*He looks at a little flower on the ground*
“What if I imagine”
* he imagined the flower disappearing and it vanished immediately *
“AH” John passively shouts
“ I must be experiencing lucid dreaming, this has to be”
“ Can I?”
*he looks at the sky and imagines himself flying…. And just like that, he’s above the skyscrapers*
“ OH MY GOSH.. haha”
*he starts flying around the city just feeling it out*
“This feels natural like I’ve known how to fly my whole life, like I was born to fly” John says as he’s looking at the skyline from above
*he then gently lands back on the ground at the park*
“This is so surreal…. I know this has to be a dream but I feel emotions like I’m conscious”
“I still don’t know what true happiness feels like and I can just do this….” John says as he’s about to let the feeling of happiness caress throughout his body
“Haaaaaaaaa… oh yes……this feels….. great…….this feels euphoric”
“God…that felt amazing”
Realization
John realizes with a stunned face*
“Mom… I need her here”
“I need to think about her so she can be here”
*He imagines her in front of him but she doesn’t appear*
“Hmm… I’m thinking about her, I guess I have my limitations”
“Ouu..I can go to the house and I can probably imagine her better over there”
“ Can I teleport?”
“He imagines him teleporting to his house and is there instantly”
“Ha.. I guess I can”
*John enters the kitchen*
“Okay all I gotta do is think about her”
*He imagines his mom being there with him but as soon as he does that, he feels regret, despair, and sorrow*
“What is this?” John says as a single teardrop drips down his face
“I feel something behind me”
* A black figure appears behind John*
“AH, WHAT ARE YOU?” John says as he falls down
*The black figure starts to spread abnormally throughout the house trying to reach John*
“OH GOD”
*John teleports outside of the house *
“What the heck just happened”
*the house seems to blacken the same as the black figure*
“What the”
*He gets up from the ground and turns around to run away*
*And there, John is looking at his mom who’s headless but not just one but hundreds of his own mother without a head*
“AHHHHHHHH…what’s going on?” he says as he falls down again
*the blackness from the house starts to get close to touching John*
“I need to get out of here”
*He teleports out of the area onto the outskirts of the city and now he sees the whole city is now black*
“There’s no way this is a dream…This is a nightmare” He says as the blackness is getting faster spreading throughout the landscape
“THIS IS NUTS!”
*John starts flying to get away from the blackness that spreading throughout the land but it’s slowly catching up to him*
“ Oh gosh I need to get out of here but it’s not stopping”
“I GOTTA LEAVE EARTH” he says trying to avoid the black void
*John thinks about himself being in space without suffocating*
*He’s floating in space now*
“This is terrifying…. Okay I know this is a dream…more like a nightma…….re”
*John is looking down at Earth and it’s slowly turning black*
“EVERYTHING I LOOK AT IT TURNS BLACK” John shouts
“I got nowhere else to go”
*Earth was full of colors, the blue ocean, the green trees, and the brown deserts and now it’s a sphere covered in black*
“All I see is the sun and stars”
* The Sun starts to blacken and the stars suddenly disappear and all John sees is total blackness*
“What do I do now? I’m in a predicament for sure” John says with an unsure face
*8 hours passes by*
“Ughh….. I can’t even tell if I’m floating upside down or just floating straight. Up, down, left, right, and colors are starting to fade away from my mind, I’m starting to become disoriented”
“I’m starting to think this is real life, there’s no way out of this. Do I have to endure this for eternity” John says very disoriented
“YES” He shouts as he thought of an idea
“What if I just simply imagine a way out? An imaginary solution, if this is truly a lucid dream I can do almost anything. But It did seem like I had limitations earlier not being able to spawn my mom and that horrific scene”
*John starts to imagine a solutions to get out of the situation and then suddenly*
“Close your eyes……don’t open them for 49 seconds…..and reality shall open” an imaginary voice told John inside his head
*John didn’t hesitate and proceeded to follow the instructions the voice gave him*
“46….47……48….49…….” John counted
Conclusion
*He opens his eyes and he sees a ceiling*
“Where am I?” John questions
“OH MY GOD…JOHN….YOU’RE AWAKE! ” John’s mom shouted
“Mom what happened”
*His mom hugs John as he’s still lying in a bed confused*
“You’ve been in a coma for more than a year, you never woke up from your sleep one night” His mom said crying
“I’ve been in a coma for a year?” John says surprised
“Yes” His mom still crying
*John arrives home with his mother, there’s really not much to talk about between them and John is still flabbergasted by what just happened*
*Hey mom…I think I need to go on a walk and process what just happened”
“I can come with” His mom says
“No, I need to think alone for now, I’ll be back I promise”
*John leaves the house*
“ I need to go find that hippie now” John says upset
*John goes to the same spot the hippie is always at”
“There you are” John talks to himself
“HEY” John shouts at the hippie
“Hey man… how are you? Did you……” The hippie says as he’s interrupted by John grabbing him by the shirt
“WHAT WAS IN THAT DRINK?” John aggressively asked
“Aye man let go of me” the hippie plead
“HOW DID YOU KNOW I HAD NIGHTMARES?”
“HOW DID THAT DRINK AFFECT ME LIKE THAT?”
*The hippie is just staring at him*
“WHY WAS I IN A COMA FOR A YEAR!”
………..
“To stop you from doing what you were meant to do” The hippie replied
“Huh” John with a confused face
“I don’t know what you saw….But I know in that dream…..that dream showed your future”
“I’m not following” John said
“I too had a similar dream like that once, I saw my future but it was up to me to see my future so think… think about the messages ….Think about your nightmar — ”
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“Think about my nightmares………”
“That black figure”
“That feeling thinking about my mom”
“Despair”
“Regret”
“Sorrow”
“That single teardrop
“Having nightmares about harming my mom”
“My Mom”
“My mom without a head…..”
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*John lets go of the hippie and falls to the ground*
“No…NO…that’s impossible….”
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“What was in that bottle” John asked
“The Tears of God” the hippie replied
“Huh? What? I’m not playing around tell me!” John frustratedly asks
“You can believe me or not man but you know what you experienced”
“You put something in that bottle”
“I didn’t put nothing man…It was bestowed upon the both of us, that liquid is a miracle and let me tell you why…For that one year you were in that coma you would’ve done something you would have regretted. That coma was a miracle for you as it was for me” The hippie said trying to convince John
*John just stares at the hippie*
“There are greater things in this world you and me or anyone could comprehend man” the hippie says in a serious tone
“You’re crazy,” john says
“You should be grateful” the hippie says back
“You know nothing” John replies
*John turns his back on the hippie and walks away*
“You will understand.. ONE DAY… you will be in the same shoes as I am and then…you will be met with God and bestow his tears onto someone deserving” the hippie shouts at John as he walks away
John hears him but continues to walk away
His mind continues to play tricks but he’ll move in a different way
He falls asleep and wakes with no nightmares
His mom stares with love just as the moon glamorously glares
He shall be met with judgment
And for that price, someone will inherit his fulfillment
A fiction story
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