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I am about to wake up. I hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I realize I’m paralyzed and I try in vain to scream for help but I can’t make a sound. My head feels foggy and unfocused, like I’m of no substance. My body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it, trying to get the two to connect and move and free me. It’s as if my brain is trapped by my body. I can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise I cannot move. It terrifies me and I scream a silent, mental scream. No one even knows I’m screaming but me. When I finish screaming, I try to calm down and relax, thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does. I wait, consciousness still, for what feels like forever. I try to move again to no avail. I remember in a nightmare I had when I was younger, I squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up. I decide to try that again. I focus on my eyes, squeeze them shut, and open. Nothing. Again. Again. I can’t move. I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, and open them. This time I actually wake up.

I was spending the night at my grand-parents house in the dream. My grandpa made this really weird ride for their backyard which was a swamp. It was a big old airplane that would glide along the water. A big metal arm would pick the airplane up and spin it around really fast then let go and the plane would slide on the water. When we landed a big wave of water would wash over the plane but no one would get wet and then a monkey told us airplane procedures.

I dreamt that I have traveled to my grandparent’s home in India. While I am there I sit around in the warm sun and somehow manage to hold a conversation with the trees planted in their huge garden. As I am talking with these trees my grandfather who died before I was born comes down the pathway and just sits with me. Curious yet frightened I sit there quietly watching as the scene changes from my grandparent’s backyard to the beach. As I sit there the ocean waves casually turn into a high tide and before I know it I am underwater. I look around and start to swim without much effort or the need for breath. I swim around with fishes and don’t notice that my grandfather is no longer with me. I wake up as I surface.

I was sitting home alone on a stormy evening. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, which struck me as odd since no one was supposed to be home for another two hours. So I sat still and pretended not to hear anything, but the knock came again. The air around me became cold and lifeless. As if I was inhaling chalk. Then I heard it, the sharp bullet fire followed by the cracking of wood. The door hinge dropped lifelessly to the floor, followed by the door itself. Then a man wearing all black was in its place. Immediately I sprung up and lunged for the back door, but the man was trailing at my heels. Then as if I had went through a wormhole of time I was running through the slummy streets of a crime filled city, the fiend still close behind. I’m running so fast my feet don’t feel a part of my body anymore, I sharply turn but am reluctant to find myself trapped in a dead end alleyway. As I frantically turn he has the gun pointed to my forehead, before he gets the chance to shoot I’m jolted awake.

I dream of being in a train with my mother ( who recently passed away). We both are in a train and then we get down at a station. After I we get out, I realize that we forgot the suitcase in the train. I run inside but the train is gone. We are trying to talk to the security graud that is there any way we could get it back. The station people/ Ticket collector said he can't do anything . I yelled at him quiet some times and started crying. That time my whole concern was the luggage ( I never thought about the luggage.) When I woke up, I felt like an horrible person.

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