I Woke in Fright

a record of dreams and nightmares

Month: February, 2013

by Bec Fary

I took some friends to a restaurant, or maybe it was a pub because we were lined up at the bar. We wanted to eat. My friends ordered and I panicked, frantically searching the menu but I couldn’t understand what was written there. I knew the menu was written in English but the words were jumbled and made up of strange symbols that I knew I could read but I couldn’t process them. Everyone was looking at me and I could tell they were getting impatient. I nervously looked up at the bartender, who was either very tall or the bar was raised because I had to crane my neck. I was hoping he’d have an answer for me but instead he just beckoned and I followed.

He told me I didn’t need to order anything because he’d given me a job at the bar/restaurant. I knew I already had a good job but I didn’t want to disappoint him. We were in a back room now and a phone rang. Confident I was meant to answer it because of the job offer, I answered: ‘Hello -‘


I knew there was more I was meant to say but I choked. I couldn’t remember where I was or why I was answering the phone. I shook my head and tried to speak but no words came out. I looked at the bartender but he turned away.

I struggled again to find words but instead found myself in another room. The bartender was standing by a window and I hurried over and started to apologise but he didn’t answer me. I tugged at his arm and spoke louder. ‘I’m sorry.’

He faced me and only then did I realise he was talking to two tall men in a dark clothing who were on the other side of the window. They stopped speaking and looked at me and I could tell they wanted to be left alone.


by Bec Fary

He said: “God my dreams have some really weird time shifts”, and I asked him for details.

He said: “In this particular case, I need somewhere to stay in the city, and this one property went from being ____’s place, to her friend’s place, to the place of a complete stranger I somehow broke into (despite never changing physical form) , and somehow I just accepted the fact that all those completely contradictory stories were true without questioning. Hard to explain, but it happens to be in dream world a lot. Things that rationally make absolutely no sense are just accepted and on I go!”

by Bec Fary

last night a restless one with sleep beyond me, a struggle to close my eyes for I don’t know how long. until I did drift off, falling into the most terrifying paralysis. I can’t remember what my dream-visions where but there was something crawling over my skin, my whole body. I knew I was lying in bed, but I was somewhere else at the same time. I couldn’t move, and couldn’t wake up, but I didn’t have any control over the dream scenario. after wanting desperately to sleep, my mind was screaming for the opposite. stuck in purgatory between sleep and wake, no escape until finally I teared my consciousness away from dream-sensations over my skin, heart beating and wide awake again.

The Book of Recurrent Dreams, 1791

by Bec Fary

“What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake? Circle of circles!”

“4:513 – The dream of angels dreaming of men. It was during an afternoon nap that I dreamt of a ladder. Angels were sleepwalking up and down the rungs, their eyes closed, their breath heavy and dull, their wings hanging limp at the sides. I bumped into an old angel as I passed him, waking an startling him. He looked like my grandfather did before he passed away last year, when he would pray each night to die in his sleep. Oh, the angel said to me, I was just dreaming of you.”

Jonathan Safran Foer, from ‘Everything is Illuminated’

by Bec Fary

“It was one of those dream things where it didn’t make sense but it did.”