Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Nightmares

Another memory from the old site. Sweet dreams...

I remember as a young kid lying awake at night and being afraid of dying. I'm not sure if I was even in the first grade. My mom took me to church, so I knew about God, and I would ask her to pray to God not to let me die. How does a young kid develop a fear like that?

I used to have a lot of nightmares when I was young. Usually I would fall to my death. One nightmare had a science fiction elemnet to it. The one about the furnace. Yeah, the furnace. It would detatch from the chimmney,
grow two accordian like arms each with big mechanical claws, walk out of the garage, and come looking for me. It always caught and crushed me to death. Oww.

As I grew older the nightmares subsided. But I did have one in my late teens which was clear and memorable. In it I told my dad to go fuck himself. He went into his bedroom and got his .38, came back out and shot me. I felt the bullet go into my shoulder and shatter my shoulder blade as it exited my back. When I woke up there was a sharp pain in my shoulder and I laid back in the bed thinking, "That son of a bitch."

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