Christopher Setterlund

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Copyright 2009 Christopher Setterlund

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That shrill beeping. The once terrible sound of my alarm clock going off had now become my saving grace. Five straight nights; for five straight nights I'd had the same haunting dream. I had always had nightmares growing up, doesn't everyone? But this was different. I wasn't being chased, or shot at, or eaten by zombies; in fact in this nightmare nothing was physically happening to me. It was the feeling of paralysis, of helplessness that scared me most. I wasn't seeing or hearing terrible things; it seemed that in this nightmare all of my senses were dulled. Sights were blurred, noises were muffled, all I could take from my nightmare was the heaviness. I felt a heaviness holding me down wherever I was; that was the feeling which caused the cold sweats in the morning sunlight.

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