A Prison With No Bars

The same dream is on display like a broken record.

All throughout, I felt as if my body was possessed by a poisonous sloth. Every action felt weak and even my thoughts were slowed and drunken.

It starts like so,

I drown and moonlight lances at the unreachable surface of the water, shattering into fragments. Then, as if I were a programmed machine, I reach for that light, mindlessly fighting against a tremendous weight.

I struggle and fight in an unending trance as the distance between me and the surface infinitely stretches.

Finally, just when the tips of my fingers break through the liquid bars of my prison, the weight on my body multiplies.

A hand latches on to my ankle, the overgrown nails on its fingers push deep into my skin.

Sight returns to my blind eyes, and as I look down, I am faced with a horde of creatures trampling on each other in order to reach me.