Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26304125-20181011022020

Vague, I know, but it's just enough.

Does anybody have *those* types of dreams? The ones that sink into the seams of reality and blur the preceptors that differentiate from the real world & the fictional world that's just inside your head? You know those dreams, the ones where you either want to get the hell out of or you don't, heh.

I've definitely had my fair share, but this last experience. . it has just gone too far, man.

It was your average scary dream, you know; the bloodthirsty zombies that are crawling out of windows just to somehow turn into vampire-hybrids and sink their sharp fangs into the soft layer of your flesh in your neck, to drain you all of your life and blood for their own pleasure. Childish when I put it into words, I know.

But what I'm talking about here is the after-effect.

Everyone has their dreams that when they wake up, they do enter a short period because their reality distinguishers are as blurred as their minds. But it all resolves in up to thirty seconds. After you get accustomed back to the atmosphere of reality itself, conflicting with the usual intoxication you get while you're in this dream world.

I woke up from that one vampire one, with an exaggerated feel.

But. . after that period passed, I still felt *it*.

I could still feel the creaking of the floor beneath me, the slow & rasping murmuring from the creatures that are begging for their fair share of blood and anything else they can manage to sneak up behind and ambush for their own gain. I could still feel the atmosphere: the paranoia from the whole effect. The kind of adrenaline you get when your life is on the stake; where you need any chance to use your resources to get you the help you need to get the hell out.

The feeling never stopped. For hours on end. I swear that I saw blinks outside my window in my bedroom. I could still feel presences around me each time I took a step that creaked throughout my house and rung in my ears like the screams of all that fell victim when I tried to escape. Any breath that I would take would echo through the halls, bouncing off the walls like a bunch of crickets; but the part is that I *knew* someone could hear my breaths -- not someone, some*thing*. Receiving it like it was a message or an envelope, tearing it apart to feast it's vision on what was contained within.

It irks me. People throw the term 'fear' and 'scared' around loosely like it's some Goddamn kids' game in their elementary gym class, but this was way more than this 'fear'. True paranoia.

To think that this whole experience stemmed out from some vampires, man. ..

Anyone have *those* types of dreams? 