I Woke in Fright

a record of dreams and nightmares

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soda salesman

by Bec Fary

I heard the cat meowing at the bedroom door this morning, but in my dream it was a person knocking. I remember dreaming of fruits and bright colours. 

He came into the room, got into bed and kissed me. 

“You want me to just be a travelling salesman, selling soda?” 

As soon as I said it out loud I realised I was awake, not dreaming anymore, and he didn’t know anything about the fruit or the colours. And I instantly forgot the rest of the dream. 

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by Bec Fary

I was in some kind of dead or dying post-apocalyptic world. I was with a companion, we were travelling on foot on a long stretch of dry road. Everything was dust and dried grass. 

Trudging along this path, we were on some kind of mission but I can’t remember the details. I got the feeling there was a large group of people depending on us, but I don’t think I ever saw them in the dream. 

We were reporting back to a commander. I can’t remember if we physically saw the commander, but I think we had some kind of radio communication. 

At some point along the path, we started seeing tall, slender figures ahead of us. They moved very slowly and deliberately. I was scared and we knew to be cautious. 

The sun made these faraway figures shimmer. I couldn’t tell if they were machines or robots, or many heavily armoured futuristic warriors or aliens. I don’t know how, but they were closely tied to the post-apocalypse situation. Maybe they caused it but I’m not sure. 

The figures looked like they were in some kind of outlaw gang, and our mission was to get closer to them. Our commander was feeding us information about the gang, and we found out their race was called the ‘Nintendos.’ I think we were meant to kill them. It all felt very sinister. 

The gang’s movements were disconnected from space and time. They snuck up on us so quickly, but then were suddenly far away or out of site. At one point they were still close enough that I made eye contact with one of them, and at that point they didn’t seem hostile at all. 

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

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

from the 5th of the 1st :

by Bec Fary

There were other parts to the dream and I’m not sure of the order of things –

A tour bus showed up at my house with an enormous family on board. I called them by an old name and they were friends of my brother – they all went to the beach together. I ended up sitting with a group of mothers and I think we were eating cheese.

And later, maybe in a separate dream, I think I was killing time and not really hungry but looking for food anyway. I went to a bakery but it was closed. An older man I didn’t know told me there was a better place he knew about and he led me there. I said I wouldn’t eat until later but he insisted I follow him anyway. Then X was with us, and when we arrived at the shop (which was in the middle of a shopping centre) then man met a woman. I’m not sure of their relationship but I could tell he had feelings for her. He wanted to buy some chocolate for her. There was a big white heart-shaped piece and he said he wanted it broken into small pieces. X said he wanted a whole piece. I was suddenly uncomfortable, realising I would be taking candy from a stranger.

“In this room all of my dreams become realities and some of my realities become dreams”

by Bec Fary

by Bec Fary

I’d finished work somewhere far away and it started raining. My friend was sitting on the ground and had no way of getting home. I told her it was okay, I’d call someone to pick us up. 

But suddenly we were transported to another friend’s house. There were a lot of people there and everyone was talking over each other and I didn’t know what anyone was doing there. It felt like a party where no one could decide on what to do. 

I sat on the couch next to my friend whose house it was. He told me we should go into the bedroom. I was indecisive but I wanted to. I told him we had to do it quickly because there was someone on their way to pick me up and take me home, so we rushed and it was urgent. 

Instead of going into his bedroom, though, he pointed out the window at the sunset. He took me onto a balcony overlooking the sea, and the pink sea was very cloudy. Soon everyone from inside the house was on the balcony with us and they were blocking our way to the door. 

I woke up soon after and I’m not sure if we ever made it to the bedroom. 

by Bec Fary

After a restless night, dreams on dreams in dreams .. I asked him what he dreamt about – he said he couldn’t remember and it made him sad. 

I told him mine: 

I was at a festival of some kind which was being held in a large house with many rooms. It was very crowded and I was sitting on the floor near a stage. I’d decided not to drink, but my friend was looking at me and something in his eyes told me I need to buy him a whiskey. He jerked his head towards the bar. The barman was apologetic, shrugged and told me they don’t sell whiskey. I returned to my friend but he was unhappy, and it seemed urgent. I became very agitated and started yelling but I can’t remember what. Back at the bar the barman found me a bottle – I was so relieved , until I saw the bottle was empty. 

by Bec Fary

“I have this lousy dream ever since. I’ve fallen into this empty white swimming pool and the sides are too high to get out. The pool lights are on so it’s bright as a stage. And there are six ugly snakes in there on the tile, all after me. I can run and dodge fast enough to keep away from them no matter how they try to hem me in. They all look exactly alike. Then I keep calling for help and suddenly I see the walls are kind of coming in. It is getting smaller and smaller. Then I know they are going to get me. As the places gets smaller the snakes get bigger, and I scream and wake up, all sweaty and trembling. Just hold me tight, Trav. Please.” 

from ‘The Quick Red Fox’ by John D. MacDonald. 

by Thought Catalog