Dreaming In Slow Motion

It happened, as it always did.

My arms and legs were bound.

My body was tense, as if my muscles had died.


I was floating in a non-existing space,

moving slowly toward the eye of a needle.


The only thing left to dwell on were my thoughts.


I knew the inevitability of this situation,

and it scared the hell out of me.


Suddenly, I couldn't breathe.


I was covered in sweat,

as the needle drew closer.


I had had this dream before.

Each time, was the same result.

And each time, I pondered whether anything would change.


How do you fight something that smothers you, and pulls you toward your destiny?


It wasn't until I was Iris, to pin point, that my body would tremble awake.


Like in my dream, I was covered in cold sweat.


Water, eventually would calm my nerves,

but I would spend countless years trying to decipher this night terror.


Some theories of mine is that my mind  is recalling the act of child birth.

I am forced to relive the crowning process, over and over.


Another theory is a glimpse in to a past purgatory.


Whatever the answer is, I try and sleep off my nightmare,

hoping to rid myself of it altogether.