Night Terrors.


It's 3 am and I wake up in a cold sweat. My heart is pounding fast and my breath comes in rapid deep gasps.

I am instantly alert. The feeling of abject fear inside quickly turns to anger. Yet a terror remains. My fight or flight response, always goes to fight. The bedroom is dark and quiet. I am alone, nothing new there. I'm about to grab the sword that stands next to the bed and charge downstairs. Before I do I look around. Nothing is out of place and my cat is asleep on the pillow next to me. Instead of the sword I grab the phone and hit my house mates number on speed dial. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, not to mention a lump in my throat. She answers. I'm still breathing hard. I quickly tell her what has happened. This is not the first time I have made a frantic call in the middle of the night just to hear another's voice. We talk for a minute and I settle down a bit. I hang up and grab the TV remote. There is no way in hell I'm going back to sleep anytime soon.


This was not just your run of the mill bad dream. It was not a just a nightmare. What I am describing in nothing less than a full blown night terror. The difference is this. In a night terror everything is as real is it is when you are awake. Sight, sound, smell, the taste in your mouth, all tactile sensation no different from when you are awake. Complete lucidity.


I will not go into my privet hell for you at this time. All you have to do is read my work. Most of the more horrific stories are based on the night terrors I have experienced. I have heard it said it is the only dream that can actually kill you and I have more than my fair share. I have looked back into my childhood. Trying to find an explanation for the icy grip of terror that latches on some nights and wont let go. I find nothing that would warrant such self flagellation. Wherever it comes from, the source must be external.


If you have ever had one of these, and I hope you never do, you know what I am talking about.

As long as they don't kill me I will have a never ending pool of material to write about.


There are time I wish I did not.