A Nightmare

Everything went black.

The whole room surrounding me, and everything in it, simply vanished.

Along with it, went my memory.

I could see nothing.

My only awareness was that I was absolutely terrified.

Just as quickly, I was overcome with the most god-awful pulsing sensation.

It was loud and ferocious, as if I were in a helicopter, spinning out of control in the unforgiving darkness of a moonless night. The only noise I can hear, the roaring sound of the wings and engine screaming their final cries.

Confusion filled me as I became very disoriented, I realized I had no Idea who I was, where I was, or even what I was.

My fear quickly increased as an incredible panic set in.

Pain. It seared through me, starting at what I could only recognize as the very core of my being. But what is my core? Because I felt hollow, like there was nothing of me there.

But the pain grew. And as it grew, I felt myself growing, drawing the outline of my form for the first time, like a road map to an uncharted, distant land.

The relentless pulsing continued.

The painful growing sensation still there, started shifting into intense sensations instead. It felt as though I were growing more rapidly.

It hit me.

I wasn't simply growing, I was being created.

Every part of my being, every molecule, atom, cell. I could feel it rushing from my core all the way to my fingertips, then all the way down to the tips of my toes. Every nerve, every drop of blood filling my veins, every single portion of skin, and every length of hair on my body, intricately growing from nothing into having form, having breath, having life.

I was alive.

I could feel the moisture on the palms of my hands, and a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead in the slowest speed that I could feel the way it tickled the tiny hairs as it rolled down my face.

The pulsing continued.

Pressure. I felt a massive pressure, it came with a sensation of being pushed. The intensity of the sounds and feelings combined were overwhelming. The pressure seemed to last forever. I cried out from the intensity of it all.

It hit me again...

I was being born.

Still the pulsing continued. I still didn't understand the whole concept of what was happening, it was all so fast but somehow felt like an eternity.

A new sensation hit, a very strong pleasurable feeling deep in my being, it made me gasp out loud. Then back to more pressure and pulsing. This cycle kept repeating between the pleasure, the pressure, and the pulsing until the awareness came that I was having an orgasm whilst also creating life. I realized then, the pressure was no longer from me being born, but me going through the process of making love then giving birth.

Still in complete darkness the pulsing continued. It moved in vibrations through my whole body. Suddenly I was gifted with an awareness of my identity. I was a person named Tressa Perry, and memories of my life came flooding in with it. Me as a child, playing with my favorite neighborhood friends, Joey, Angelina, and Tony. Getting up on the roof of old man Mr. Sanders roof of his storage shed like we were on top of the empire state building. Until he would catch us of course, and chase us down with a broom.

Memories of me as a teenager living in a small town in the mountains driving home late after work, and hitting an elk in a short nose van which caused the brake peddal to slam back into my ankle, breaking the bone. And having to wait for dad to go find the elk to pull his ivory teeth before we drove an hour to the closest hospital. Growing up chopping wood for our wood burning stove, going hunting, exploring the outdoors. Remembering my dad was a Baptist Pastor and I was raised homeschooled from second grade on because they didn't like the books I was bringing home from the public school library.

All the way to getting married to who I thought was my night in shining armor. I remembered I give birth to two beautiful girls within a couple years of eachother, and how they were my world.

Darkeness hit my world again along with that dreadful WHOOSHING pulse. As soon as those memories came they were gone and replaced with complete fear and dread as I had the awareness hit that I was no longer alive, and in fact I was in hell. The reality hit me with a deep sorrow, for somehow I had also just realized that my actions through life would also eventually lead my children to hell. I scrame out in horror "Please God no!" but I knew it didn't matter, it was too late, my fate was sealed. Hell wasn't fire and brimstone, it was being stuck in reliving the cycle of your life and ending up having to face the demons of your choices, over, and over, and over again for an eternity. "OH MY GOD" I cried out begging for some kind of relief...

Then everything went black.

The whole room surrounding me, and everything in it simply vanished...

Thank you for reading, and for any support! This is from a actual extremely vivid nightmare I had!