Six days at the bottom of the ocean

I actually don’t know if I want to go to sleep, nevermind. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares. Or at least, that’s all I’m remembering. Last night’s was so vivid and real and disturbing.

I can’t remember a lot of it, but I remember the feeling, and it was so much worse than anything I’ve ever felt. I do remember one part of it very clearly, though. I was trying to hurry away from some spreading terror and after leaving a backyard, I saw my cousin climb/crawl/slither outside of a window, blood all around his mouth, all running down his neck and down his arms, with what looked like flesh and muscle and bits of bone stuffed in his mouth. He saw me and grabbed it out and gave me a very toothy, very creepy smile and when I started to ask what was going on, he stopped me almost before I started and said he hadn’t been eating anyone and he had to move on and leaped out of the window and crawled somewhere out of my area of focus.

And now I don’t really want to be awake, either.