Nightmares and Acid

So this morning.. approximately at 4:40 a.m. I awoke to myself clinging to my pillow right up against the wall, as if I was stuck there. Hoping it was at least six a.m. I look at my iPod to find that nope.. it was in fact four a.m. Then I started to recall the dream I had just woken up from. As I recalled everything I began to feel hungry, only to find that it was not hunger at all. My stomach was turning and twisting as the dream I thought I had just had turned a whole 180 degrees and began to scare the living shit out of me.

And this is what I dreamed:

I began walking down the corridor, looking for a certain shelf of books, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a mirror.. or at least I saw myself walk by. My heart jumped as if I had seen a ghost. I quickly shook this off, even though I started to shiver, my limbs quivering as I approach the mirror. Then.. the mirror moved away from me and my reflection started to dance.

I was not the one in the mirror.. or.. at least there was no mirror at all.

As I realized this, I began to grow taller. I looked down upon the dancing girl who had seemed to be me as she circled about me happily.

"Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies. Ashes... Ashes.. We all fall down!"

As she sang this every word seemed to sink in as a sting against my existence. And then it hit me. She had a knife. I began to back up and she came closer, closer... ever so closer. "Ashes... Ashes... We all fall..." And then she stabbed me with her dagger. "Down." Again and again she stabbed, cutting in and deeper until I fell to the ground, reaching out to what I thought was my reality. I drained out and into a huge puddle, sinking into the pool of blood that was my own until..

My world flipped. I spun around. Blinking I took a moment to rub my eyes... but my hands were wet.. Why were they so wet with a thick liquid? I opened my eyes to see nothing but red. A smooth pool of red beneath me. I saw the knife at the base of my knees as I was knelt on the ground. I began to shake as if I had just seen a ghost and then I rush off, leaving a trail of bloody foot prints right up to a mirror to which I saw a very tall man coming towards the mirror.. looking for a certain shelf of books...

And then I woke up.

I have a little bit of a clue as to what just went on but I would rather leave this nightmare behind.

I have not cried yet, but I'm sure it will come soon enough.