The Bloody Doors Off

Last night I had a lucid dream. No, a lucid nightmare. That I was having night terrors.

A nightmare of waking up screaming at the top of my lungs, because I was having a night terror.

And it repeated.

I wasn’t sure until now because my roommate says I wasn’t screaming last night. And he was there, trying to wake me up from the night terror, within the nightmare.

Thinking on it now, doesn’t make me feel any better.