The Wondrous Mind Of Josephine

It feels like I'm falling, falling for way too long. Cold hard rocks scrape the heels of my feet as I bump against the stony walls of this terrain. I'm in another sweet dream....or in my case, a beautiful nightmare.

I hit the ground painfully with a loud thud that echoes around the damp cave I find myself in.

Almost against my will my limbs support myself up again and I find myself moving forward towards the darker parts. I hesitantly drag my fingers against the cold stony walls. It feels wet against my touch.

Strangely I feel like this dream is a remake of a movie I had seen when I was younger....

"What was it again?" I think to myself snapping my fingers and the sound drifts.

"Aahah. Alice in Wonderland wasn't it?"I question out loud to no one in particular. I begin to wonder why I am not afraid of this dream, any normal human being would....Then I remember....... I had been here before.

This is my personal hell, my my private torture chamber otherwise known as the deepest darkest depths of my mind.

Fear sets in as the walls of the cave groan and start to shake. Then all of a sudden the shaking stops. I calm down a bit. Then the walls start to crumble and rocks fall from the ceiling. It starts to cave, then suddenly a huge crack widens from on top of me and a huge chunk of rock comes down over me. I scream bloody murder........

I wake up with a start. I put my hands in my head, this has to end....NOW.

I try to fall asleep,  and I knew the nightmares only came once a night. I close my eyes once again and fatigue sweeps me away.