Nightmares.

I wasn't at school today, and oh, it was quite awful in the morning.
My parents think I'm making a show, and that I'm just "faking it" when it comes to telling them that I don't want to go to school.

They then ask worriedly is somebody is picking at me at school, or anything.
The "funny" [if I can call it funny] thing about it is that, nothing is actually wrong.
I guess I just run out of power.
I can't handle things sometimes, and I need time for repairing.
And I feel that I'm getting all rusty, unable to properly function any longer, and I can basically stare at my shoelaces for five minutes just considering what, where, when.

I had a problem at sleeping last night.
I woke up every three hours and remained awake for around an hour,
Why?
A nightmare.
I had an awful nightmare.
Being restrained at the unit,
And then all kinds of crazy LSD episode hallucination themed shit.
It was insane.
I was at shalvata, the mental hospital.
I had a panic attack in my dream, and from some reason the alarm was turned on, against me.
That was the sole sound in my dream, that annoying buzzy tune.
A ridiculous amount of crew members rushed in, restraints in their hands, blankets, syringes with sedatives. and I was partly hallucinating, glowing pink hands, disfigured or mutilated skulls or other parts of the skeleton, everything was painted in odd patterns.
They got closer, closing on me, covering me tightly with the blanket, even though it wasn't necessary because I wasn't violent, I was frightened.
It was dark, and I woke up.

And when I went back to sleep, the dream continued.
I was alone at the dark grey room, on the white hospital bed, restrained.
Unable to move, unable to speak, but the shit I've imagined [hands coming out of chests, bloody arrows exactly between the ribs, wicked smiles] was terrorising.

It was an insane dream.
It'll probably won't happen again.
But if it would.
Oh, let's just hope it wouldn't.


I'm ending this post.

End.