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  • Writer's pictureRobert Hightower

Awake and Afraid

For as long as I can remember, I've never been able to sleep. No matter what I try, my eyes never seem to close. It's a strange and lonely existence I wouldn't wish on anyone.

But then something strange started happening. I started having vivid and terrifying nightmares. They were so real and vivid that it was hard to distinguish them from reality. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, heart pounding, feeling like I had just narrowly escaped death.

At first, I thought it was just a side effect of my insomnia. But then I started to notice that the nightmares were always the same. They were always about a man in a black suit with piercing blue eyes and a sinister smile. He would always be chasing me, always trying to catch me.

It was like he was haunting me, following me wherever I went. And the worst part was that I couldn't escape him, even in my waking hours. I would see him out of my eye, lurking in shadows, watching me.

I knew that I had to do something. I couldn't keep living like this, always afraid, always on edge. And so I started doing some research. I scoured the internet, looking for clues about what was happening to me. And that's when I stumbled upon something strange. There were stories of a man who never slept and could enter and control people's dreams. He was known as the Dream Weaver and was said to be able to manipulate people's subconscious minds in any way he saw fit. At first, I thought it was just a myth, a legend. But the more I read, the more convinced I became that it was real. And that the Dream Weaver was the man in my nightmares.

I knew that I had to find a way to stop him. But how? I couldn't just go up to him and confront him. He was too powerful, too dangerous. And then I had an idea. I would try to enter his dreams. If I could get inside his mind, I could find a way to defeat him. It was a risky plan, but I had no other options. And so, that night, I closed my eyes and focused all my energy on entering Dream Weaver's dream. At first, it was just darkness. But then I saw a glimmer of light, and I followed it. It led me to a dark alley, where the Dream Weaver awaited me. He was just as terrifying in person as he was in my nightmares. His eyes glowed blue in the darkness, and his smile was twisted and cruel. "What do you want?" he hissed. "I want you to stop haunting me," I said, trying to sound brave. "And how do you propose to do that?" he sneered. "I don't know," I admitted. "But I'm not going to let you control me anymore. I'm going to find a way to defeat you."

The Dream Weaver laughed, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"You can't defeat me," he said. "I am too powerful." But I didn't give up. I kept searching, looking for any weakness that I could exploit. And then, I found it. The Dream Weaver had a fear of fire. It was his only weakness.

And so, I hatched a plan. I would enter his dream again, and this time, I would be armed with a torch. I would light it and hold it up to him, and he would be powerless to stop me.

It was a risky plan, but it was all I had. And so, that night, I entered the Dream Weaver's dream once again. I felt my heart racing as I entered the Dream Weaver's dream. I knew this was my one shot at defeating him, and I couldn't mess it up. I found myself in a dark and eerie forest, with the Dream Weaver lurking just out of sight. I took a deep breath and reached into my pocket, feeling the weight of the torch in my hand. Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me. I turned around, and there he was. The Dream Weaver, his blue eyes shining in the darkness. "Welcome back," he sneered. "I knew you couldn't resist." I lifted the torch, and the Dream Weaver flinched. I knew that I had the upper hand now. "You can't control me anymore," I said firmly. "I know your weakness, and I'm not afraid to use it." The Dream Weaver laughed, a sound that was almost manic.

"Is that so?" he said. "You really think you can defeat me with a simple flame?" I could feel the torch's heat in my hand, and I knew it was my only chance. I stepped closer to the Dream Weaver, holding the flame to his face. He recoiled, his eyes widening in fear. "No," he said. "No, you can't do this!" But it was too late. The Dream Weaver was consumed by the flames, and I watched him burn to ashes before my eyes.

I opened my eyes, panting and sweating. I knew that it was over. The Dream Weaver was gone, and I was finally free. But then something strange happened. My eyes started to feel heavy, and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep. For the first time in my life, I was tired.

I closed my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. And then, I slept. When I woke up, I felt different. I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could feel the sun on my face, and I realized I had never experienced anything like it. It was like a whole new world had opened up to me. A world where I could finally sleep and dream like everyone else. And as I looked up at the sky, I knew I had finally found peace. The Dream Weaver was gone, and I could finally live without fear.

But then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. I woke up feeling like I had just narrowly escaped death. I realized that I had been dreaming, that the entire experience with the Dream Weaver had been nothing but a figment of my imagination.

It was like a cruel joke, a sick twist of fate. I was still unable to sleep, still trapped in this lonely existence. But then, something occurred to me. Maybe the Dream Weaver had been a manifestation of my own fears and insecurities. Perhaps, by defeating him in my dreams, I had found a way to conquer those fears in real life. And maybe, just maybe, there was hope for me yet.

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