Last night I was greeted in that other place with nothing but nightmares, anxieties, fears and complete resistance on my part. Everything was coming all at once. I was too ensnared in the dream to realize I was dreaming, and all I could do was watch it unfold.
I awoke two hours later to find myself in the middle of a full-blown storm. Loud crashes of thunder and blinding lighting scouring the sky every few seconds. Sleeping no more than two feet from the window, my eyelids could not block out the flashes so I instead stayed with the storm. Lightning was cracking in mid-air. I kept thinking about being electrocuted through the window.
I could smell fear in my sweat from my dreams prior to. I was borderlining on feverish.
I did not touch her last night. I did not spoon her. My heart pounded, and my breath would not shallow.
Today, my kitchen ceiling gave way to a great flood. The ceiling literally burst open and released over half a bathtub worth of water.