Nightmares

I originally meant this to be a dream blog for recording what goes on inside my head at night. For the most part, that hasn't really worked, but these came from nightmares...

She stands there on the shore as the tide comes in, waiting for it to envelop her in endless darkness. The cliff behind her is too steep, she can't climb it, so she stands, braces herself for each wave, like bladed water, sharp and strong to splash salt in her face. She gasps desperately for air, catching a pocket of precious oxygen and using it to scream. It echoes far, but no one hears her shriek in time. The slick rock behind her stands as solid as before, unyielding to her cries. She desperately scrabbles at it, as if she hadn't tried. She's been here hours, and her throat is dry from thirst, the ocean invitng her to drink deep and die, drown. She resists as long as she can, tries to tread water, but  her muscles are weary and the current never tires. It tosses her against the rocks and she can hear her bones crack, but not feel them. Everything is blurred, both sight and touch, like a distorted reflection, something unreal. So this is what it's like to die. She takes one last look upwards before going under, almost completely numb now. Maybe it's better that way. Above her on the cliff, a face stares down in horror. Someone she hadn't wanted to hurt. "I'm sorry," she tries to say, but opening her mouth is only a door for the salt water to come in. Black fuzzy spots fill her vision and she gives in.

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And I changed my mind. That's the only one I'm sharing.