[Lifeistrulyaride]

I had gone to bed early one night last week...being my apartment had lost power/heat and all from the snow that fell this October. None of my 3 roomates were home. I left my door unlocked because my friend who lives across the hallway told me that she'd wake me up the next morning for class..seeing that my phone was not charged, I had no clocks and had no way of waking up for class. I showered with a lantern in the bathroom, then laid in bed for a few hours before falling asleep.

That sleep seemed short. I had a nightmare. I was running in it. Really fast. Uphill. Up stairs that never seemed to end. Endless, long stairs. It was as if I could feel in this nightmare. My legs became limp, numb, weak. It became harder to lift each leg to get up the stairs as fast as I wanted to escape what I was running from. They became so weak that I stumbled a few times as I began slowing my running pace. Then suddenly, my legs were grabbed and my pants were pulled off. I fell face first on the stairs. Bare legs exposed. Underwear still on. Being dragged.

And I screamed. And woke up. Paranoid. I was breathing real hard. I got off my bed to go lock the door and to make sure nobody could get in. I then checked the whole entire apartment to make sure nobody was in. I got a drink, popped some ibu profene and it took me another hour to calm down to fall back asleep.

Why do these nightmares never go away? Why does it seem like they never make sense? Or that they don't all connect in some way other than I am a victim of some horrible sexual crime that I can't remember because it's repressed? Why am I so forgetful?

[Sannah]