With new trauma comes new night terrors. As with each stage of life I regress into them like an evil melancholic lullaby. Each with its own unique way of causing scars to form on my psyche. From supernatural possession of Stardust to being chased down by hyperaware zombies, there’s always something disgustingly realistic about these terrors and I often wake up screaming.

We aren’t sure exactly why each night terror happens, what truly triggers them, or how long they will go on for. What I do know is that they suck major ball sacks.

This go around it’s been going on for about 3 weeks so far, steadily increasing in severity, with no end in sight. However, we have noticed if Lala is the one to fall asleep and she falls asleep with Jamison, she tends to avoid the night terrors. But if we wake up and fall back asleep, all bets are off the table and shit is going to hit the fan.

To make matters worse, Charlie is the best lucid dreamer I know. Capable of walking around for what seems like hours with full awareness and autonomy. Even able to speak to NPCs in the dreams. Being able to force speak spiritual calming words while watching your beloved become possessed was pretty traumatizing for him. I woke up sobbing having seen it, then immediately texted Stardust to make sure she was ok. With what I consider an overactive empath ability, I can never be too safe about making sure people are ok after a horrid dream or bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I’m sure you all think I’m completely nuts at this point, and I can’t truly blame you all. Some of the shit I say, and experience is quite off the wall to me, let alone a group of strangers who barely know me, except for some of my deepest traumatic events, lol.

I’m quite ready for the terrors to subside and make their way back to the recesses of my mind so I can sleep in peace again. Waking up in cold sweats while screaming for Jamison is not ideal. Plus, I’d rather not watch someone recite unknown languages into a hall of mirrors while staring directly into their own eyes. Definitely not a fun time to be had with that.


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