Hallucinations are more freakish than I thought. A single use of Lunesta taught me this.

So, it's Valentines. I had been talking with my mate for a little bit, trying to chat with some friends and pass the time before the dreaded bed time. I don't hate sleep, but I've never been good at it... As long as I can remember, I've always been somewhat nocturnal, so I usually rely on sleeping pills and medicines of all sorts to help me sleep when I need to be up and alive for the morning.

Well I have work in the morning, 9:00 to be exact, and so I figure "Hey, I might as wll try Lunesta... It's the only thing that I havn't tried yet." and then I take two pills, because I know for a fact that a single pill won't help me when two horse tranquilizers won't, and then do my usual prepping for bed, and bunker down.

As I lay down for a while, not really feeling sleepy at all, despite my eyes being closed the enitre time, and myself being snuggled tight under two blankets, I let a frustrated sigh and sit up, opening my eyes to see a face on my wall. It's not every day I see a face on my wall, so I couldn't help but take a good look at it.

It looked... Dead, drowned. Like my walls had been made of water, and it had been dunked under for all this time I've lived here, only to emerge this night. A few moments after I realized this, it started staring at me, no blinking, and it's eyes were as white as a billiard's queball, not even any pupils.

I kept staring, and it stared back, no expression. Just the dead stare... I finally get afraid and look away at my clock instead, and there I see another face. Not the same face, but just as dead looking, and it's eyes just as white and staring. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was afraid they might come out of the walls and make a move tward me.

I can feel my heart beating faster, my breathing getting heavier as I look up to the ceiling and see yet another face, but this one was different... It's mouth was open, not quite in a scream, but more in silent horror. I'm nearly in a panic at this point, starting to look around my room wildly and see face after face, in the shadows, the doors, the walls... All of them just staring at me.

As I feel panic taking over, I curl up under my blankets and start to cry. I wanted to scream at the faces, tell them to go away, maybe I should try to fight them? Am I supposed the fight them? Unable to see from under the blankets, it feels like any moment, a pair of cold hands will wrap around my throat, or one of the various knives I have in my room will sink into any part of me, be it limb or torso.

Just as it feels like it's reaching it's worse, I close my eyes, bracing myself for either pain or a struggle, when I somehow managed to fall asleep.I don't really remember my dream, something about Arby's? My alarm goes off, and I snap awake, almost ready to start throwing punches when I see it's daylight out.

I don't know what that was all about, or if it even meant anything, but that night is one of the scariest times of my life, and I can't stop dwelling on those dead looking faces. No familiarity, but I'm curious for a closer look at them again, but at the same time I'm terrified at what I'll see, or if they will ever show again.

All I know is that seeing those dead faces, the dead stare and the constant fear... I don't want to lose anyone else, and I'm going to sleep in the game room the next few nights.




Talking into thin air is more comforting than holding it in, at least then you can pretend your cat is listening while he doesn't do as much as look at you.