Nightmare Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
It was the first heavy storm of the summer; it had been muggy and
humid and the clouds finally broke and the rains came. It rained all day and
all night and into the next day. It was a day of unease and a night of
nightmares. Rachael had recently developed two recurring nightmares and that
night she experienced them both.
In one dream Rachael was lost in a cornfield, where the stalks of
corn grew so tall they were above her head and she couldn’t see anything but
corn. The stalks were dry and brittle, and scraped her as she ran past them.
The more she ran the more lost she got. The more lost she got, the more
panicked she became. At the beginning of the dream it was always day. She could
see the blue sky and the clouds. It always seemed peaceful at first, but then
came the realization that she was lost. And that was when the nightmare and the
running began. Suddenly it was night. Time didn’t work correctly in a dream.
There was never a sundown or an early evening. It was always just nighttime.
But she knew she had been lost and running all that time. Her dream self
understood that time was supposedly passing and that she had been running for
so long that it always became night. After awhile she would drop to her knees,
sweating, tired and scared. She couldn’t remember if it was still night at that
point or not. For some reason her brain didn’t register the time of day. But
she would be there, on her knees, afraid, ready to cry, and that was when she
would wake up. She never remembered that dream very well, just flashes of corn
and flashes of running.
The second nightmare was always much more vivid and much more
frightening.
In her other dream, Rachael was playing hide-and-seek in the woods
with Leland Palmer from the television show ‘Twin Peaks.’ It wasn’t the actor
Ray Wise; it was his character from the show. It was Leland after his hair had
suddenly turned white in season two. It was the crazy and dangerous Leland, the
version that was delusional from loss and love and fear and hate. There he was,
playing a children’s game, wearing a nice grey pinstriped suit. He wore a white
dress shirt with stripes on it and a maroon paisley tie. It looked really
classy, but totally inappropriate for a game of hide-and-seek.
This dream was perhaps the most frightening dream she had ever had
in her entire life. Rachael had watched Twin Peaks when she was far too young
and was therefore far too scared when she witnessed the events of Leland’s
descent into madness. Leland Palmer was perhaps the most frightening character
ever conceived on network television and the death of Maddy Ferguson was still
one of the most frightening scenes ever filmed. Rachael could sometimes make
herself a little bit scared just thinking about that scene, and that was when
she was fully awake. But being asleep made it so much worse. And it wasn’t like
Leland was doing anything in her dream. He acted like a nice friendly
father-figure that just wanted to play a fun and leisurely game of
hide-and-seek. Nothing creepy happened in the dream. Nothing sexual or
dangerous or anything. But his look – he just looked like madness incarnate.
That was the unbearable part.
When she woke from that dream, she always felt uneasy and anxious
for far too long the next day. It was unnerving, even though she knew it was
only a dream.
During the night of the storm she had both dreams. She could think
of no good reason to be having nightmares. Rachael normally loved the rain. She
loved the smell of fresh rain and the amazing way that it could break the
summer heat and suddenly everything was chilly again. But that night she had
nightmares. Terrible nightmares.
She woke up confused and unhappy. The day was still humid and it
was already too warm. Her head hurt and the dreams from the night before still
had her on edge. She took a deep breath and sighed. She felt foolish. Still,
the image of Leland Palmer peeking out from behind a tree with a sinister grin
was stuck in her head and she wasn’t going to be able to relax anytime soon.
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