Bike Crash – Nightmares

Glenn spent most of those first nights with me, but during the weekend, my mom came down, and relieved him of duty. So that he could relax a bit, and try to feel better about the whole situation. The first night my mom spent with me, I had my worst hallucinations. Since I had been having huge issues going to sleep (every time I closed my eyes, I saw the accident), and Glenn had brought me my laptop, I watched Star Trek: DS9 all night for the first week, plus some. This was the night right after I had that second surgery. I was really out of it, but I was sleeping pretty well. Then I had a horrible nightmare.

Dad was driving me home from the hospital. There were other people with me, but I don’t really remember who. I was injured, my leg was kind of broken all the way across the calf, it hurt a little but not too much. We were driving through some mountains, down into a valley. I remember sitting in the front seat of the mini-van next to my dad, my leg was up on the dash board. Down in the valley there were a bunch of tornados, I was a little worried, dad said it wasn’t a big deal, they wouldn’t hurt us.

Just as we were reaching the top of a hill, on a very narrow road, a black man, who was wildly waving his arms and yelling came running straight at the car. Dad couldn’t stop, or swerve, and the guy hit the car, right infront of where I was sitting. When he hit I felt the distinct, horrible thud that I had felt when I was hit by the car. That was the worst part.

The car wasn’t really damaged, but the guys body was bent over the top, and his brains and bits of skull, including an eyeball, were spread all over the windsheild. At this point I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t. The man pulled himself up, and ran over to my window. He was missing half his head, one eye was hanging out of it’s socket, he was making gurgling, yelling noises. He started pounding on my window.

A helicopter came out of nowhere, but very close to the car. So close that it chopped the dead man into bits, sprayed them all over the car, and busted the windows on my side. We got out of the car, as men in suits got out of the helicopter, and what looked like an ambulance pulled up. They opened the doors of the ambulance, and there were a ton of dead bodies piled in the back. One man explained that they were androids, and the one that had attacked us had escaped their control.

I woke up whimpering. My arm was really hot, where I had just gotten a new IV. I pulled it out from under the covers, and I saw it dripping in blood. I urged my mom awake, saying, “Mom, my IV is bleeding!” She looked at it, and said it wasn’t. I tried to convince her that it was, but then I looked at it again, and it was fine. I told her about the nightmare. A nurse came in to give me more pain meds, and I fell asleep to Star Trek again.

I spent the next while slowly getting better. The whole time Glenn was there, I was really out of it. He had to go back to school, because it started that week, but I am really glad he got to spend some time. Him and my dad switched off. Dad took days, Glenn nights. They kept me company, called the nurse when I needed her, and gave me water and juice. It made that first week or so much more bearable, and it was very comforting to have him there.

That first week and a half or so, was spent trying to manage the pain, sleeping, and waiting for more surgery. I couldn’t really sleep without the TV on, and had many more nightmares. The hardest part about the nightmares was that I always felt pain in them. The pressure and pain I felt in my broken bones was very strange in dreamland. I would frequently be having a normal dream, but I would have a broken leg. Or my legs would be full of pins. Or a dinosaur would attack me, and I would feel the terrible pain. I also had some dreams where an extreme wind was blowing me in my bed. I couldn’t get up, I just felt a shiver and then hurricane force winds trying to blow my blankets away. Also, for most of these dreams, I couldn’t wake up, which made it so much worse.

One of the worst dreams happened a little later on, when they started giving me long release morphine pills. My dad was sitting next to my bed, and I was drifting off.

My dad was taking me into a hospital, because I was injured. There were a bunch of chairs and beds in a room, with a lot of other people there. They put me in a bed, and we waited. When I lay in bed, it was almost exactly like the hospital room in real life.

I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I tried yelling at dad, I couldn’t. I could see him, reading his magazine, but he didn’t understand I needed help. Then I woke up.

I tried to talk, or move again, and it didn’t work. I tried harder. I screamed in my head. Then I woke up.

I was much more relaxed, I let out a sigh, and then tried to move, but it didn’t work. I tried as hard as I could, finally moving an arm. Then I woke up.

I was back in the hospital room. It was normal. Then I tried again to move, and scream, I was able to get up, and get out of bed. I escaped down the hall, which was hard because of the broken leg. I screamed, and woke up.

I was back in bed, I relaxed. Then realized I was still unable to move.

Then I actually woke up, crying.