When I was younger, I found it quite upsetting when my friends began to share each other's dreams with one another. However, it wasn't just dreams that were shared among us... no it was much more than that. I found it both embarrassing and horrifying when it came to my turn to share. In the event of it all, I would open my mouth to speak, and then suddenly close it, as though i was trying to swallow back my silent scream. To sum it all up, at the age of 8, i unfortunately have never have a proper dream (one of which i could recall) or even a nightmare. I even brought it upon myself to watch scary movies during my weekend instead of completing my mathematics homework. In desperate hopes of conjuring up a nightmare where i would wake up screaming, in a cold sweat, my nerves tingling and my body shivering from the bitter taste of adrenaline.
It's hard to imagine that a child would go to such extremes for such a pointless experience. Oh how naive and selfish I was as a child. How I wish i could take it all back. But now, being as i am... left traumatised, humiliated and a desolated human being (if you wish to even call me such). I want to take it all back and stuff it all back into my Christmas stocking and burn it in the fireplace, watch it being devoured and spontaneously combust as did my lifeline.
~Intro to a horror story I was writing but gave up, as i lack motivation...