When I’m ill, which is rare, I find that I experience the most lucid dreams… and some could border on nightmares.. prompting the nocturnal visit of that galloping black stallion to the semi-conscious mind.
The first which took place on Saturday night was brief but memorable. I can’t have been under for long when I became aware of a small creature jump onto the bed behind my head and the pillow. It pattered around and sniffed a little the way a cat would. When I came to I reached out and turned on the bedside lamp to check for its existence. There was no feline presence and all windows and doors were shut.
On Sunday in my dream, I had to find shelter for the night and was wandering through the city suburbs. There were some students out in the park. I jumped the fence into the grounds of a large old building. Immediately I was noticed by a young lad of whom I enquired if he was a student too, he said he was a security guard. He then exited the scene, possibly on his rounds and so I approached the building. The main door was open and inside was one of my friends. My friend said I could sleep on the floor of his room but disappeared out of sight in the dark so I was left alone.
I became aware of dormitories and the voices of what seemed to be nurses or carers. The people in the beds were sick. But I needed to sleep a few hours so I found an empty bed in a large hall amongst other occupied beds and found it was more like a white linen covered bench than a bed. I heard the movement of what I supposed was staff in an adjacent room so quickly turned out the three lamps around the bench and settled down. I hoped they wouldn’t suspect my presence as I wasn’t a guest really or a resident.
However shortly afterwards, the door of the dormitory creaked open and in the dark I heard footsteps. They must have sniffed me out because the next feeling that gripped me was a frightening numbness. I couldn’t move and felt completely immobile. I feared they’d suffocated me with a blanket or injected me with anaesthetic. Fortunately I woke up in my own bed and drenched with perspiration. It must have been the painkillers having the effect.
At least I had escaped the asylum.