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Experiencing an epileptic dream

Epileptic Dreams

Epilepsy is a neurological disease that can cause seizures.

It’s dark, quiet and still. The blankets lie lightly on top of her and her head sinks into the center of her pillow. Slivers of hallway light cast beams across the scattered toys and Barbie's on the floor. Winnie the Pooh sits snuggled into her side while Piglet has unfortunately been kicked to the floor.

She starts to twitch, like she’s coming out of a sleep in the morning. 

But it’s midnight. 

Normal children get restless, but she escalates. Her breathing quickens and her head turns left, then right, faster and faster and faster, until you think it would be spinning if it weren’t for her bed catching the blows of her cheeks slapping back and forward against the pillow.

She’s just been having a bad dream, but it continues. It heightens. Her body starts to rock, her foot is twitching and her head somehow convulses faster than before. Her mouth opens and you can hear her ragged breath.

You want to run to her, hold her, do anything to make it stop, but you can’t. Nobody is coming for her. Nobody hears her. 

Back and forward, back and forward her head slams into her pillow. Her body sways uncontrollably as the convulsing propels it into motion, jarring her shoulders into its likeness. Her foot still twitches against the wall.

She makes a noise. 

Not a whimper, not a scream, but something deeper. It’s a sound no little girl should make, an agony escaping her, ripping from her chest.

She has finally made herself heard.

Lying in bed, she slowly wakes. Not by noise or light, but by a deep numbness filling her body a paralysis of sorts. 

The room is moving slowly, as if she were on Peter Pan’s ship. The light from her door blurred back and forth, slowly rocking. It’s almost soothing. Her mind was foggy, like she couldn’t think of where she was or what she was doing on the ship. 

The light started moving faster, back and forward, back and forward, blurring more and more by the second. She then realizes what it was going to become, and at that point, it was too late for her to jump to shore. The realization was like a trigger, and before she could take a breath to call out, her vision flew backwards into her skull, as if her eyes were camera lenses that had previously been in extreme zoom.

The full light she could see becomes a small sliver in the distance, pulsing and flashing, surrounded by nothing but black. Her body is constricted, like a box had morphed itself around her being held so tight her could barely breathe. She lay there, completely crumpled in on herself.

A rushing sweeps through her ears, an explosive waterfall blocks her from the world, a barrier of harsh, pounding static. She wanted to think, but thoughts wouldn’t come. They were blurry, jarred and disorganized. It hurts her to try as the deafening sound rages through her head.

The box tightens around her and the pulsing light in the distance becomes harsher and brighter, flashing in violent bursts. She feels her heart, her terror, but can’t get her mouth to work. She wants to yell, but it was like someone pressed mute. The more she tries, the more pain she feels.

Her chest wanted to explode, her heart was beating so fast.

Then it hits.

From deep within her, a whale of sound finally escapes, ripping out of her like an explosion as the pulsing light became ever more volatile. It would never end, it was a trap, slowly suffocating her, slowly taking her away. Flashing, blinding, rocking, convulsing lights and the ever tightening constriction of her body. 

Until she feels two hands firmly touch her cheeks, and that is all it takes to zoom back in on her mom’s face and cooing voice. All the noise disappears. An awareness that hadn’t been there sets in and the panic of being in the dark box dissipates completely.

Her face was wet with tears streaming over her mother’s fingers, but her body felt light, as if it were made of air even with her mother’s form laying over the top of her. Her lungs were free and her breath came in full, calming waves. Then, her eyes grow heavy, her brain was clear, but drifting back into a peaceful sleep. Finally, an escape back to tranquility had come.

As the mom stands up, gazing down at her exhausted little girl, her heart thumps. She knows it won’t wake her, but it seems like it could. She pulls the sheets up tighter around her daughter, picks up Piglet and Pooh Bear from the floor where they fell, and tucks them back in with her.

She walks to the hallway and her body spins around fast at a new noise from the bed, but her daughter has just turned to cuddle her Pooh Bear. The hallway light seems bright compared to the darkness she had been in. She blinks before turning to a new door to peak in. Her son still sleeps soundly. He missed it.

“I love you Torin. I love you Tianna. Sweet dreams,” she whispers before turning to go back downstairs.

Person 1: This song slaps.

Person 2: Your mom slaps.

Person 1: Thank you, my mom is a kind and wonderful lady.

 Person 1: I’m so sick of alcohol.

Person 2: I don’t know, I’m getting stronger every day. I love it.

Person 1: Do you do the vegan wrap here?

Person 2: We can do the chicken wrap with no cheese?

Person 1: I’ll take the Beyond Burger please. 

Person 1: Oh my God! I feel like I know you somehow…

Person 2: Yeah, we went to high school together. 

Person 1: Oh! *walks off*

Guy 1: Is the black market even real? Has anyone ever been on it?

Guy 2: I tried once but I couldn’t figure out how to get on.

Guy 1: I stayed up until 2 am watching Disney plus

Guy 2: I told my girlfriend I fell asleep but I was actually watching the Mandalorian.

Girl 1: How long have you guys been dating?

Girl 2: Since the summer, well actually for like two years but it’s a long story.

Girl 1: Who are you looking for?

Girl 2: This guy, wait I found him. Fanny pack boy. He flipped off my professor after a test and ran out of the classroom.

Girl 1: How did you choose KU? 

Girl 2: Honestly, I flipped a coin. 

Boy 1: Did I tell you? I think I had a threesome this weekend.

Boy 2: Woah, hold up. You think?

Boy 1: I was born a Phi Delt.

Boy 2: Please don’t ever say that again.

Girl 1: How do you get your boobs to look like that?

Girl 2: I don’t ever wear a bra? I don’t know. 

Girl 1: I just really want a guy to bend me over you know?

Girl 2: How do you know? You’re a virgin!

Guy: Sometimes I wish I could just be a dog and sleep all day. 

Girl: You wake up at like three every day. 

Guy: I know.

Girl: So…

Guy: So does that make me a dog or something?

Girl 1: I wish I was a little bit taller.

Girl 2: I wish I was balder.

Girl 1: I wish I had a...wait, wait, wait balder?

Guy 1: Let’s slap dicks

Guy 2: You ever pee and it feels like throwing up?

Woman 1: *holding baby* He would have been safer at the Hawk

Woman 2: Oh absolutely.

Girl 1: I would never date that guy.

Girl 2: Well, it depends how much money he has.

Girl 1: I’m going to the doctor to see if I have bronchitis before I hook up with him again.

Girl 2: Yeah that’s smart so you don’t give it to anyone else. 

Girl 1: No I mean I want to make sure I infect him.

Guy 1: I'm cutting some of my unnecessary costs, starting with Juuling.

Guy 2: Ight man, good luck.

Guy 1: Actually I might just start chewing

Guy 1: How was work?

Guy 2: My manager was chastising me for not dressing up in a Halloween costume, she doesn’t understand I’m strictly here to get paid.

Guy 1: I am so tired of this week, man

Guy 2: Dude it’s Monday

Guy 1: I know

Person#1: I want to be on the first ship to mars

Person#2: Not me, I doubt they have Wi-Fi

Perons#1: Yeah but at least they’re evolving up there. We’re all just devolving.

Girl 1: Um, I don’t eat pig.

Girl 2: You eat bacon all the time, bitch.

Guy 1: You better get going. 

Guy 2: Yeah, see ya. I’m off to get some Adderall.

Girl 1: Are you home right now?

Girl 2: Yeah, why?

Girl 1: I bought a cat

Girl 1: I just don't understand what fishing is for.

Girl 2: I don't know. Food, maybe?

Guy: I’m just gonna have to like carry an entire box of spiders up the hill tomorrow.

Girl: What?

Guy: Yeah, just like a hundred spiders in a box.

Guy 1: Sometimes ya just gotta give yourself a haircut.

Guy 2: Dude, you shaved half your head. That’s not a haircut, that’s a mess.

Girl 1: Can you eat fruit raw?

Girl 2: How else are you supposed to eat it?

Girl: That class is killing us. ​But they say rest is for the dead.

Guy: Well, at least we'll be rested.

Girl: She's not in class this semester.

Guy: Maybe she's dead.

Girl: Or studying abroad.

Girl: They're like oil and water.

Guy: Wow, you're so good with analogies.