Insomnia4lyfe

Ok. This nightmare thing? Not cool.

I am not living in some distopian future where people are eating binbags to survive.

There is no barbed wire in my wrists.

There is no bearded man with a truncheon to continuously evade.

Seriously, the barbed wire thing was probably the worst yet. I had escaped from the bin-bag future to my parents' old house, where my mum forced me to have a bath to get lines of embedded razorwire out of my wrists. While this was going on I was having flashbacks (which were actually experiences) of watching myself lying in a bed with a carefully-constructed steel wire mesh suspended above the duvet. I had created this mesh with the intention of not being dragged to the bin-bag place but while I was dreaming it I had already been through the bin-bag place and so knew that something awful was going to happen, but I didn't know what and I couldn't say anything.

ARGH