Chapter 225:- Afraid To Sleep, Afraid To Dream
I am frightened.

I have just woken up. Since I had fallen asleep last night, I have been throwing myself around in my head, in my unconscious, stuck. In between other realities, where so much made so little sense, yet completely awake. I was aware in those dreams. At first, it was strange, but I didn't even think that I was dreaming, it seemed.

In a dream, I received a visit late at night from my brother. He came into my room, as I was still in my bed, sleep but just awoken, and he would began to talk to me. I don't remember exactly what it is he said, but when he was replaced by my sister, it got my attention. She was talking too, and I could still not pay full attention, but I knew that what she was saying was of a very high importance. She paused for a second, and complemented the ceiling. A high but rounded out ceiling, painted white, but with waving carvings of a golden color. In the middle, a small chandelier. I was confused, I had no memory of my ceiling looking like that, but I went along. Turning on a switch, I made the ceiling vanished, and so we looked up at the night sky. It was a sky impossible to see in a city, let alone on this Earth. Every single star, planet and planetary system was visible, glowing at the moonlight. In the distance, a peachy, rosy, purply shade of reds.

Then the images began to shift. A family reunion. People who would never and never had been together at once. People I didn't care about.

A television impossible to be looked at. Everything blurry like a picture badly taken, somewhere, the forms of two possible hooded people.

Again, I saw the night sky, and the room I was never in.

More images flashed before my eyes. The more and more violent, faster, confusing.

I was more and more aware, conscious, and trying to break free.

I was trying to wake up.

And then I did. I looked around in my real room. My thin blue curtains, and so the blue sunlight coming through my window. The wooded floor, and the pale yellow, nearly white, naked walls. My cat, on the windowpane, looking down at our busy street, observing as the cars rushed fast down, our downtown that never slept. 8AM.

Then something in the edge of the window moved, too fast to be the cat. It crawled it's way up, a spider, as big as a head. Moving towards my cat, ready to kill.

Above, or from anywhere else, something flapped, flashing, rushing incredibly fast in my direction, a crow. It went for my face, and I lifted my arms in the hope of protecting myself from the animal, but nothing hit me.

I looked around in my room. No spiders. No crow. A skipping heart, crazily pumping within my chest, and fear rushing into my veins, still.

I wondered, right there, utterly frightened, laying in my bed, about the true meaning of reality and sanity. I was awake, that hadn't been another dream, but everything that had just happened had to be some prank from my subconscious. My imagination.

I breathed in and got up to walk to the bathroom where I washed my face. I could barely feel the cold water on my face, but I could see it in the mirror as it dropped down my chin. I looked tired, exhausted, and I was. Just as if I hadn't slept at all. As much as every single part of my body was crying out for sleep, my brain wasn't.

My brain was telling me to stay here, where I was safe, in this real reality.

And a voice, somewhere in my head, both in the conscious and the unconscious, told me something that I knew was right; How could I trust anything?

How could I every sleep carelessly again?

I am so afraid.