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.
And there you have it … a little bit about little me, and the scary thoughts that used to … or maybe (gulp) still ravage my mind and cause my body to shiver.
Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt: “Shiver.”