Chapter 2: First Nightmare
Do you know the terror of he who falls asleep? To the very toes he is terrified, Because the ground gives away under him, and the dream begins… - Fredrick Nietzsche
I was running in a dark corridor; darker than my eyes could see. The sound of my thundering footsteps and loud frantic panting echoed in the vacant place. My eyes could barely make out of the foreign surrounding, the silhouettes of objects, thus, I kept hitting different obstacles unknown to me. The pain was real but not quite severe to cause serious damage. At least, I hoped it didn’t. In addition, the fear I felt resulted in adrenaline being pumped into my veins, making aches barely noticeable.
I’m in a nightmare… …again!
Even though my logic turned the wheels inside my fuzzy head on and demanded to stop to analyze the situation, my body was not in agreement with my brain; it kept on running as if derived by my human instinct for sur