My Little Shop of Horrors...

So after sixty four hours of being awake I finally managed to collapse and sleep for about six hours without dreaming early Thursday morning. Last night though, no such luck on not dreaming. Had to go to bed as early as possible for an interview the next morning. The nightmares were back.

Was exactly the same. I was running through the halls and I managed to realized I was dreaming. I felt the weird sensation like I am being squeezed through a bottle neck and strange vibrations all over my body and then I had lucidity. Instead of continuing to run around naked, I sat down in the middle of the corridor and just took deep breaths and tried to relax.

Something different happened. The voice I usually heat towards the end of my dream shouted angrily at me to run or he would kill me. I didn't talk back to it or try to hold a conversation with it. I merely smiled and ignored it while I tried to stay calm and relaxed sitting on the floor. Didn't work for long. No Eyes showed up and the other corpses like No Eyes broke through the floor. But instead of hearing the voice's disembodied laughing while they mauled me, I saw a shadow at the in the hall that I knew the laughter was coming from. I couldn't give any proof that it was the shadow figure laughing beyond that I just knew. Perhaps this is progress?