It was only just a dream

I had another night of poor sleep. This time, I had nightmares of flashes of light over Ed’s bed. I was back trying to sleep in my bed in San Francisco, but I couldn’t. And I kept looking over at Ed’s bed. It was like something or someone was moving in his bed, and all these different colored lights kept flashing constantly over his bed. A figure is moving in the bed, but I can’t make out a face. I get stressed and my heart starts palpitating, and I start screaming. A piercing siren sound breaks through the air, and I feel like I am going deaf. My scream seems to stop the flashing lights, and everything goes black. Then I wake up at 3:30am in my bed here in New York, and I’m alone and realize I’m actually not in San Francisco. I am still screaming. There were no colored lights flashing, and in fact, I was never even in San Francisco at all to see them shining over Ed’s bed.

It was all just a bad dream. It was only just a dream.

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