I dream extremely vividly, although 99.9% of my dreams are simply odd scenarios featuring people I know. I can’t remember the last time I had a full blown nightmare. From time to time I have dreams that are emotionally unsettling (like finding myself still married to The Douche) but my subconscious never screenplays terror. Perhaps due to my penchant for watching horror movies, my brain pursues other interests whilst I slumber.
That being said, let me replay the scene from last night, circa 3AM.
The night is dark and unnaturally quiet. The normally clogged street beyond the window is deserted. Glancing at the door, I notice it is slightly ajar. I frown. I always lock it behind me.
Crossing the room I reach out, pushing it closed and flipping the lock. Hand still on the tumbler, I jump at a loud crash, something colliding into the other side of the door. The doorknob rattles violently. The door shakes as someone, something, desperately seeks entry, throwing their heavy body repeatedly against the barrier.
I woke with a jerk, heart racing. I could see the door from my bed. Closed and locked. It took a moment or two to convince myself there was nothing on the other side. The feeling that I had had a close call persisted for some time.
I’m not a huge fan of dream analysis. Asking The Google gave me a wide variety of “interpretations” all of which have no realistic application to my life. How dare you fail me Google.
I’m dismissing it as too many glasses of wine on a week night. Honestly, the thing I found most disturbing was the fact I actually had a nightmare, considering I never have them. I’d prefer not to repeat the experience.