When I don’t get much sleep after a few days, my dreams become crazy.
In this one, I’m running down this corridor. The corridor is completely smooth, like the longest tunnel in the world. The darkness is complete; not a glimmer of light anywhere.
I don’t know what or who I’m running from, but I know it’s behind me, and gaining. I feel its breath on my neck and try to run faster, but in the way of these types of dreams, nothing happens.
Suddenly my forward motion stops as I slap against a wall. I’ve run out of tunnel, and now I have to turn and face the thing chasing me.
I hear it breathing hard. But it doesn’t sound like an animal, which was my first confused thought. It sounds human.
“I am human,” it says, startling me.
Okay. I try to act like I’m not totally scared of it, and ask what or who it is.
“You know me,” it says. “You are trying to reach me, yet you hesitate to fully embrace me. That must end now.”
It’s completely dark in there, but I just know that “Huh?” was written large on my face.
Then, with perfect timing, a single, cool spotlight comes on, illuminating the space between whatever (whoever?) it is and me. It’s standing far enough back in its own darkness that the light doesn’t penetrate it, but a hand comes out. The hand is purple, with lovely, well-kept fingernails.
“Take my hand and embrace me,” the owner of the hand says. “Embrace me and be whole.”
I woke up while I was still trying to decide what to do.
…Yeah. Like I said, these are the things my poor brain comes up with when it’s running on fumes. Purple hands? Running down smooth, dark corridors? Single spotlights that come on with a playwright’s timing?
I must get more sleep.