A Dream Within a Dream

I watched as I was frozen still. My bedroom had a cold stiffness to it and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something. Someone was there. I went to scream, but I couldn’t. I could not move a muscle as the figure approached. I tried to struggle, but how do you struggle against your own body? The figure loomed over me, it’s red-gold goatlike eyes staring at me as though I was dinner. Then, finally, I felt my body listen to me and I rolled over, waking up in a cold sweat.

I sat up and looked around, everything was fine. The room still seemed unusually dark, but at least I was able to move. It was a weird, terrifying dream and as I went to go to the door, I heard a low growl from the other side. I stopped as that familiar feeling of being paralyzed came over me again. What was this? As the door swung open slowly, I tried to scream again. The figure stood in front of me, giving a sharp grin of cruel satisfaction. I felt it touch me, then I woke in my bed again.

What was happening? I realized I dreamed twice, a dream within a dream. But this, this felt real. I touched the blankets to confirm that the textures felt right. The light filtered in from the streetlamps outside as I tried to calm down despite my heart racing a mile a minute. I went to get up, only for something to grab my ankles and pull hard when my feet touched the floor. A scream later, I awoke again to my bed and my dark room.

I didn’t even bother to open my eyes, I knew I was going to land in another dream. I just wanted this to stop, wake up already and not have to deal with it. After a few quiet minutes, I open them only to see the figure looking at me. At that point, I wasn’t scared anymore. I punched it in the face, rolled over and went back to sleep.

I truly, actually woke up around 6 AM as my alarm started ringing loudly. Groggy as hell, I went to shut off the alarm only to realize that there was something at my feet. I looked down to find little drops of blood that trailed away out of the bedroom. They went into the living room and out the wide open front door. I stared for a moment before I called 911, after all, I wasn’t hurt and nothing was missing but I still wanted to report the crime. Little came of it but I still wonder about that night and what that figure was. Never had looping dreams like that again though.