Originally published between 2011 and 2014, this post has been updated but preserves its original publish date as content is migrated from the archives of The Flavored Word.
When I was very young, I used to have two reoccurring nightmares. In the first—which I probably had 10-15 times—I was being chased by Frankenstein. I know. I know. Laugh if you must because I know that as far as nightmares go, it really isn’t all that bad. Oh sure, there’s probably some underlying or subconscious reason why I ran into a room full of faceless adults and tried to warn them only to have them ignore me and eventually end up dead on the carpet—served them right—as I escaped out the back door. (That, by the way, may or may not have been a run on sentence.)
Luckily, I always woke up right before ol’ Frank stretched his arms out to grab me … but I’m not in counseling—not yet—so at least for now, that nightmare remains nothing more than something I chalk up to watching too many scary movies as a child.
As for the other reoccurring nightmare, while I haven’t had it for a very, very long time, I do think about it. And the finality of it scares the crap out of me. It goes like this … there is a humongous, think Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-Giant humongous, spool of thread and there is me. No one else. And nothing else. Just me and the Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-Giant humongous, spool of thread. The thread is white, I think. The spool itself, I dunno, blue maybe. I have the loose end looped around my wrist like the way a balloon is attached to a child’s arm … and I am running. And the spool is unwinding. I keep running and looking behind me at the spool … its spinning fast, and it’s getting thinner, and then I realize that it’s about to run out of thread but I’m still running, and then. Then right as it empties, I wake up.
That nightmare, although like my other one might not qualify as a nightmare by some people’s standards, but it has always scared me … always made me wonder what I was so afraid to let go of, that I had to wake up.
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DISCLAIMER: I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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