Eyes open or closed

Never let yourself be caught without a door. Ninety degree turns will do at a push sometimes. A door is always reliable. It is a simple rule to follow never let their be less than one door in sight at any time. Awake or asleep.

Make sure you have someone you trust watching you sleep. When you can die in your sleep or when your awake life gets hard.

It took me a long time to find my watcher. He is an insomniac called Joe. I’m a narcoleptic who is one of a few in the world I know of with this curse. It isn’t a gift never sleeping properly. Sleep is more exhausting than being awake. When people need your help. They don’t know me and can’t contact me. I hear them calling in sleep. It is a pull of my psyche and I am drawn to them.

Narcolepsy isn’t how some people think. People assume you just fall asleep at random. Like you could drown in soup if you fell asleep so quick. It’s not like that. Tiredness falls over you and you know your going and can’t stop but you can fight it for a while. Think like when you have a illness and you need sleep. Then it slowly consumes you and sleep can’t be held back any longer.

My name is Carl and I walk in dreams. The problem is the dreams I walk in can kill me and my enemies can kill me in them and out of them. The things in dreams can take over there hosts and send them after ne while I sleep. That is a lesson I learned the hard way. That is why Joe stays with me while I sleep.

It hasn’t always been like this for me. I was a normal baby. My childhood was good. It was when I was twenty three years old that it changed. I had a horrific car accident. It caused me to lose a a big part of my life. A head injury that made me forget who I was. It changed my personality. It gave me mood swings that couldn’t be controlled for a long time. Then the dreaming started.

The dreaming that would lead to me waking with cuts and bruises. Tattoos appeared on my skin like they had been there for year’s. What I dreamed happened to me fiscally. Over time I became able to change things. I became able to bring things back from the dream world. This power made me drunk and I abused it.

It is true what they say. With great power comes great responsibility. When I started to make the dream world change to what I wanted things started to look for me. At first, I started small. I would bring money and jewelry back to this world. This made my life livable for a while. It was amazing. Anything and everything I ever wanted was given to me.

I didn’t know what I was doing. Every dream was a siren for the nightmare. It started to hunt me down. The nightmare chased me like a pack of dogs on the hunt. Being hunted is no fun trust me on that.

Having fear is what nightmare feeds on. It chases it. It takes fear and builds it into the worst feeling ever. Fear can drive you away from everything and everyone. I became afraid to sleep. After days of not sleeping I started taking drugs to stay awake. After a week of that I started to sleep with my eyes open and things came for me. That was when I started to fight back because I couldn’t take any more.

Things progressed so fast I couldn’t cope until I fought back. I let my anger be used by me. Dreams are a special and magical place.