I actually went to bed on time last night. But I may as well not have.
I had a bizarre dream, it's already fading fast, but I remember the end was very tragic. I don't even know who the people were, but think of some unknown cast from a sci-fi channel movie. There was an escape to get back to some home through a portal but in order to do so a brave female engineer stayed behind to ensure the door remained open. She suffered a horrible fate of burning to death in volcanic heat, but we weren't in a volcano. There was no screaming or crying. She simply stood in one place as the door shut with a wrench in her hand now past it's usefulness. Her figure became a slow melting form, like that of a baby doll thrown into an oven. There wasn't any ash but her name was somehow etched in the spot where she withered away. I couldn't read what it said.
I get these kind of dreams every couple years. I remember one that I kept shrinking into the seat of my childhood car until I was down to the microscopic level (but woke up before shrinking into nothingness). When I wake up from them, I can't move. I am literally frozen in fear. Every muscle is rigid. It was around 3:30 in the morning so it wasn't time for anyone to be on the busy road near our house. I can hear crickets and cats, the setting in of the morning fog and the hum of other nightly oddities that aren't noticeable during waking hours. Every little creak in the house keeps me paralyzed even further. I look over to make sure my wife is okay. I became extremely scared. Had something happened that she hadn't come home? It took me a few minutes to figure out why she wasn't there. Didn't really sleep the rest of the night.
I'm kinda tired this morning.