I don’t sleep. I just don’t. I never really have. In fact I can’t ever remember the last time I actually went to sleep. Woke. Rested. Recharged. It’s like it doesn’t exist. What constitutes my sleep pattern is lying down, blacking out, and waking up (usually to the sound of my roommates at the crack of dawn).
And before that, shit you not, was me literally not sleeping for 1 to 2 weeks at a time (as my ENTIRE college Freshman class can attest).
So when I have an actual dream, it’s kinda like this weird out of body experience. Not so much because that’s exactly what dreams are, but rather, not only is it such a rare experience for me, but also because these [dreams] are all too often preludes to real life events.
Or, in crazy talk? Whatever I dream, happens in real life.
*Yeah I get it, I sound crazy. Shut up & read.*
I can’t remember when things in my head started becoming reality, but I know that it’s never stopped freaking me out. Sometimes its to the point, ex – Dark finds a rare sandwich, and low and behold, I will have found a rare sandwich. Other times its more cerebral, like a scene of a place & I’m at it, and I have to figure out what I’m looking for, looking at, and why. I have seen so many things; things I should never have ever have had any type of knowledge of, and yet…I don’t know, it’s weird explaining.
I’ve seen myself fail midterms, lose girlfriends, realize my friends are in trouble, find money, and that’s just the tip of it all; and I watch it all become real, right in front of me.
Some of the wildest examples are the visions that I’ve told my friends about preemptively. Like the time I dreamed an old college buddy of mine had a beard. Man had never had a beard a day in his life. What’s more, I’d left that college for good and had the dream in a state 3 hours away. I had no plans, hopes, or intentions of running into this guy again. But sure enough, on the most random Summer afternoon ever, I ran into him. Not only that, but several people I’d shared the dream with were all able to confirm that this was indeed what I had described. Or then there was the time I told this girl I’d take her to Canada. I was trying to be cute. A few months later we’re both invited (by a friend of hers I’d never met before) to a movie at Niagara Falls, but wound up staying in Canada for the weekend instead. She (and the others I told about the dream) flipped. It’s still surreal.
I joke about it being 1 of Dark Angel’s many powers, but in truth, it makes no sense to even me, the guy who gets these ‘visions’. All I know is that things happen in my sleep, and then sooner or later, they happen in real life.
So dreams? Weird. Coming To Life? Weirder. Talking about it? Dark has always been crazy, so there.
So lately, I haven’t been dreaming, but I haven’t been really sleeping either. I’ve been rolling around every night for the last (I can’t even recall how) many nights. I’ve also been breaking out on the worst cold sweats. People familiar with ghost hauntings, or waking up with a fever at 3am in the morning might be familiar with the feeling. I think my body is trying to sleep, but is disturbed by something I can’t really understand or seem to remember from all my [lack of] slumber. I just keep waking up to this overwhelming sense of dejavu, like I should know what’s about to happen, but don’t quite. It’s like my mind is trying to tell me something, and I for the life of me can’t figure out what that is. If it is a vision thing, it’s big. If it’s stress that needs to be vacation-busted, then I’ll be cured fairly soon, lol.
I don’t understand this thing, and as far as I can tell, I can’t stop this, so whatever is happening, whether it be perceived or real, I hope I won’t have any reason to be afraid once I meet it headon.
