I got home from school feeling really drained and tired, with a throbbing headache to top it hop, and I had expected myself to just plop onto my bed and just drift off into dream land.
Tick tock tick tock 1am, 2am, 3am..Kept flipping over to look at the clock face. I still couldn't get to sleep. Something is wrong. The headache is still there, the fatigue is still there. Just couldn't sleep. I guess I drifted off thereabouts, because I do not remember 4am.
But I do remember lots of clock faces thereafter. Huge ones.. All of them just ticking away, all of them showing different times.. I kept hearing alarms, but none of them resemble the ring tone I use for my alarm. I couldn't wake up from this lousy nightmare. I was just wandering around the many clock faces, trying to find my way out. Accompanied by the relentless ticking of the clocks, I just kept repeating to myself, 'find a way out, find a way out'. I couldn't.. The movement of the hands made it impossible for me to recognize my way, where I have passed, and where I haven't. Its a hopeless situation.
I give up. I plonked on the ground in despair, tired. I know I lost the fight. (I dunno what fight, but that was how I felt in the dream.) I drifted off again. I slept (in the dream). For how long, I do not know, because when I woke up, the clock faces are no longer there. The instant jubilation that there's finally a way out turned into sheer horror. Nothing was in sight. Absolutely nothing. I am all alone in that god forsaken dimension.
I think my mind couldn't endure any more immensity from that dream. I woke up. 6.30am. That's it, I'm not going back to sleep. Its one of the worse amongst the very few nightmares I've had, and I know I will not have nightmares or no good reason. I think I know what the dream is trying to tell me.