When I was a child, I had a series of very high fevers. During several, I dreamt that two Confederate soldiers burst out of my closet on horseback, sabers raised, screaming, tearing across my bedroom. Odd, because at five, despite my father’s love of Gettysburg, I don’t know how I identified the soldier uniforms as […]
I stopped having nightmares when I was in 3rd grade. I recall being in the middle of a nightmare, but realizing I was dreaming. At that point, I left the danger because I knew I wouldn’t get hurt. I haven’t had a terror since I harnessed the power of lucid dreaming. However, indulge me. I’ll […]
This may sound odd…but I haven’t had a memorable dream in over a year. I often have trouble falling asleep, but when I do I pass out, never a dream to be had. I actually have a theory that I don’t dream because I don’t have the time to read the fiction that I love […]
My recurring nightmare started when I was five and was frequent, less so as I got older. But it took a long time to leave me – as long as it took for me to grow up. The dream was never exactly identical but the outcome always the same. I am about 5 or 6 […]
He is the shadow in the corner of my eye. He is the tingling on my shoulder. He waits for me each night, calling to me with a nauseating lullaby of cackles, and I cannot resist. Black as fear and towering as the unknown, the creature of the demon’s smile visits death upon me once […]
Today’s adventures in Armagh remind me of a trend I usually field in my nightmares: being chronically lost in a strange, empty space. As I wondered through Armagh, pondering the subject of my upcoming play and idly searching for Friar Tucks for lunch, when it became quite clear that I really didn’t know where I […]
My most horrifying nightmare of late occurred the night I arrived in Armagh. I found myself in a whitewashed basement dressed entirely in white. The only way to walk was forward, so I did. I went through a door that led into an industrial kitchen; but dust and rubble littered the floor. I heard thump […]
You can dream every night and still only remember a select few. The meaning of this is impossible for me to put into words but I can say that I take every dream, as I should; a sign sent to me from other worlds. I have dreamt of plenty of monsters, witches, and terrible circumstances. […]
When I was I younger I would one have frequent, reoccurring dream. Growing up I shared a room with my little sister. In my dream, I would be sitting on my bed in my room. My sister would be sleeping. My bedroom door would begin to open and my laptop screen would shut off, leaving my […]
I’ve been told before that my dreams are both stunningly entertaining and mildly unnerving, often at the same time. This, as best I can gather, is for two reasons: I have the untethered imagination of a six-year-old, and the storyteller in me enjoys relating my dreams to others. My dreams run the gamut from charming […]
