Dream a Little Dream
My grandmother always said, “you cannot choose between life or death while
sleeping”. When you are sleeping, your body practically doesn’t belong to you. Its
almost as though you have no control over anything that might happen to you in your
dreams, especially if it is something dangerous. When I ask people why this happens,
they theorize that a powerful force or being has entrapped your body. You could end up
dying in your dreams, thus leading to your death or illness in reality. It’s possible for
someone to suffer a heart attack from what they dreamt, depending on how frightening
the situation was. I’ve heard of people going to bed one night and, the next morning,
waking up not remembering who they are or actually becoming insane. It is with these
mysterious beliefs that one becomes afraid to dream anymore.
I had never actually experienced a life and death situation while sleeping, at least
not until recently. It was in early November of 2001, if I remember correctly, on a
Thursday night, when I was just closing my eyes to enjoy a nice peaceful sleep. I could
feel myself floating almost like someone was taking me from my room. I couldn’t feel
anything, since I was literally out cold. Suddenly, I was awake with my eyes closed and
my body unmoved. I tried to open my eyes, but they could not open, I tried to move my
body, but I would not stir. My efforts were futile; I eventually tried harder and this time I
was awake. I went to sleep and it happened again. I felt myself being literally chained to
my bed or, better stated, buried in a rich mixture of concrete. All my bones, veins, limbs
and the rest of my body parts were frozen. I couldn’t believe the fact that I wasn’t
capable of moving, almost as though I was paralyzed. I started to wonder if I was in a
coma or if I had one of those major diseases, such as strokes, which could not be cured.
This would be a terrible way to grow up not being able to live a normal life. Think of the
laughs that I would miss all because I couldn’t move. I would be frozen in time watching
everyone around me doing things I once did. It suddenly struck me that what if I wasn’t
ill, what if someone or something had taken control of me.
I was now between life and death, which I had once feared, would determine my
future. Now I was afraid, afraid that I would die in my sleep. I had lost control over my
entire body all because some strange being had taken it away from me. I could actually
picture him going from body to body, sucking all the nutrients...