Night after night, sleep brings no comfort—only a shifting landscape of fear. My mind, since as long as I can remember, has spun out vivid reels of dreams that flicker between doom and the uncanny. Shadows crawl across ruined cities, echoes ricochet through endless haunted houses, and my own body’s struggles shape the monsters that hunt me. Each dream is a fevered painting: my medical challenges given form—grotesque, luminous, and unrelenting. At first, these dreams suffocate me, pressing sharp anxiety into my chest, but I have learned to meet them, to drag their darkness into the waking world and forge something creative from my nightmares.

One night, I found myself stumbling through the echoing halls of a towering old mansion. The walls leaned, the floors tilted as if the house itself were buckling under the weight of some invisible force. Every room stretched on and on, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of tiny lamps. There were no windows—no way out, only the claustrophobic sensation that the house was folding in on itself.

I wandered through endless corridors with my youngest sister, her presence the only fragile anchor in the maze. But then, a chill crept up my spine. In the corner, something unseen watched us—a ghostly presence heavy and suffocating. Dread thickened the air; I could barely breathe.

Panic rose as the floor slanted further, throwing me off balance. Every time I tried to run, my feet slid backward. The mansion twisted, pulling me in circles, trapping me in a nightmare loop with no end. I screamed, but the echo just dragged me back to the beginning, the horror compounding with every turn.

My terror reached its peak. The scream tore from my throat—so loud and desperate it shattered the dream’s hold and ripped me awake. I gasped in the dark, sweat cold on my skin. That moment of waking clarity struck hard: the nightmare wasn’t just a product of my imagination. It was a warning, a signal from within. This time, the horror was real—I had just experienced a seizure, and my mind had trapped me inside its haunted mansion, refusing to let me go.