My nightmares

The Never-Ending Dream

I am a chronic insomniac. I have tried everything from sleeping pills to meditation, but nothing seems to work. Night after night, I toss and turn, desperately trying to find some rest. But the more I try to sleep, the more elusive it becomes.

One day, a friend suggested that I try hypnotherapy to help me sleep. I was skeptical at first, but I was willing to try anything to get a good night's rest. I made an appointment with a hypnotherapist and went to see him the next day.

The hypnotherapist was a tall, thin man with a soothing voice. He asked me to lie down on a couch and closed my eyes. He spoke softly, telling me to relax and to imagine a peaceful scene, such as a calm ocean or a quiet forest.

I felt myself slipping into a trance, and soon I was deep asleep. I dreamed of a beautiful garden, full of colorful flowers and chirping birds. I walked through the garden, feeling calm and content.

But suddenly, I heard a sound. It was a soft rustling, like the sound of leaves being moved by a gentle breeze. I turned around and saw a figure in the distance. It was a dark, shadowy figure, moving slowly towards me.

I tried to run, but my feet wouldn't move. I was rooted to the spot, paralyzed with fear. The figure came closer and closer, until I could see its face. It was a face of pure evil, twisted and contorted into a grotesque mask of horror.

I woke up, gasping for breath. I was covered in sweat and trembling with fear. I realized that the hypnotherapist had left the room, and I was alone in the dark.

I got up from the couch and walked to the door, but it wouldn't open. I tried to push it, but it wouldn't budge. I was trapped.

I looked around the room and saw that the walls were closing in on me. The furniture was shrinking, and the ceiling was getting lower. I felt like I was being crushed, suffocated by the darkness.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the hypnotherapist walked in. He looked at me with concern and asked me what had happened. I told him about the nightmare and the feeling of being trapped in the room.

The hypnotherapist nodded sympathetically and suggested that we try again. I was hesitant at first, but he assured me that it was safe and that he would be with me the whole time.

So, I lay down on the couch again, and the hypnotherapist began to speak softly. I felt myself drifting off to sleep once again, and I dreamed of the same garden as before. But this time, the dark figure was waiting for me.

It approached me slowly, and I tried to run, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed again, trapped in my nightmare. The figure reached out and touched my forehead, and I felt a searing pain.

I woke up screaming, my forehead burning with pain. The hypnotherapist rushed to my side and examined my forehead. There was a mark on it, like a brand. It was the mark of the dark figure.

I was terrified. I begged the hypnotherapist to help me, to make the nightmare stop. But he just looked at me with a strange smile on his face.

He told me that the only way to end the nightmare was to face the dark figure and defeat it. I didn't know how to do that, but he said he could help me.

The next night, I went back to the hypnotherapist's office. He hypnotized me again, and I found myself back in the garden, facing

the dark figure once more. This time, I tried to stand my ground and face it, but it was too powerful.

It reached out and grabbed me, pulling me closer to its twisted face. I felt a wave of terror wash over me, and I knew that this nightmare would never end.

But then, something strange happened. The hypnotherapist's voice echoed in my mind, telling me to fight back, to use my own inner strength to defeat the dark figure.

I summoned all my courage and pushed back against the dark figure. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my body, and I pushed the figure away from me.

It let out a blood-curdling scream and disappeared into the darkness. I woke up, sweating and panting, but the nightmare was finally over.

The hypnotherapist congratulated me and said that I had faced my fears and conquered them. I was relieved, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

As I walked out of the hypnotherapist's office, I noticed that the streets were deserted. It was late at night, and there was no one around. I started to feel uneasy, like something was watching me.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw the dark figure, walking towards me with its twisted face.

I tried to run, but my legs wouldn't move. I was trapped again, back in the never-ending nightmare.

The dark figure reached out and touched my forehead, and I felt the searing pain once more. But this time, it didn't stop there. It kept touching me, and the pain became unbearable.

I screamed and pleaded for it to stop, but it just kept touching me, pushing me closer to the brink of madness.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The dark figure disappeared into the darkness, and I was left alone in the deserted streets.

I stumbled back to my apartment, barely able to walk. The pain in my forehead was unbearable, and I could feel the mark of the dark figure burning into my skin.

I tried to call the hypnotherapist, but his number was disconnected. I searched online for his name, but there was no record of him anywhere.

I realized then that the hypnotherapist was never a real person. He was a figment of my imagination, created by the dark figure to lure me into its trap.

I was trapped in my own mind, and the nightmare would never end.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. I stopped leaving my apartment, too afraid to face the dark figure again. I stopped sleeping altogether, too afraid of the never-ending dream.

But the dark figure never came back. It was like it had accomplished its goal, and it had moved on to the next victim.

I was left alone, trapped in my own mind, with no escape from the never-ending dream.

I tried everything to break the cycle. I consulted with psychiatrists, spiritual healers, and even tried hypnotherapy again, but nothing worked. The dark figure was always there, waiting for me in the garden.

As time went on, I became more and more isolated. I stopped answering calls and texts from friends and family. I stopped eating and drinking, and my health deteriorated rapidly.

It was like I had given up on life, resigned to my fate of being trapped in the never-ending dream forever.

But then, something miraculous happened. One day, as I was lying in bed, feeling the life drain out of me, I had a vision.

In my vision, I saw the dark figure in the garden again, but this time, I was different. I was stronger. I stood tall and faced it with courage and conviction.

The dark figure tried to grab me, but I pushed it away with ease. It let out a blood-curdling scream and disappeared into the darkness.

When I opened my eyes, I was disoriented for a moment. I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings.

Slowly, the memory of the nightmare came flooding back to me. The garden, the dark figure, the endless loop.

But something was different this time. As I looked around, I realized that I was in my own bed, in my own room. It had all just been a dream.

Relief washed over me, and I let out a deep sigh. I sat up in bed, feeling a little shaky but otherwise unharmed.

As I got ready for the day, I couldn't shake the feeling that the nightmare had meant something. I couldn't help but wonder if there was some deeper meaning behind it all.

But as the day went on, the memory of the nightmare started to fade. I went about my usual routine, running errands, meeting with friends, and catching up on work.

It wasn't until later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, that I remembered the nightmare again. This time, I decided to write down everything I could remember in my journal.

As I wrote, I started to see patterns emerge. The garden, the dark figure, the loop. It was all so familiar, like something I had seen before.

And then it hit me. The nightmare was a manifestation of my own fears and anxieties. The garden represented my subconscious mind, and the dark figure was a symbol of the things I was afraid of.

As I thought more about it, I realized that the nightmare had given me a renewed sense of purpose after all. It had shown me the things that were holding me back, the things that I needed to confront and overcome.

I felt grateful for the nightmare, in a strange way. It had forced me to confront my fears and take a hard look at myself. And while it had been terrifying at the time, it had ultimately been a wake-up call.

As I drifted off to sleep that night, I felt a sense of peace. I knew that I would never forget the nightmare, but I also knew that it was just that - a nightmare. And with that realization, I was finally able to let it go.