It wasn't just incoherent rambling, I was saying something. Actually thinking back on it it was more comparable to begging.
"YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP, YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP" pleading over and over again. Wake up? is that what all this was, a sick dream. All I have to do is just wake up and this is all over.
WAKE UP! Everything was black again, but this time it was different. It seemed darker, and everything felt smaller.
I felt a slight burning in my chest and when I went to place my hand on my chest, I couldn't.
I didn't take me long to figure out that this nightmare was far from over, I was awake mentally but physically I was still in a deep sleep. It wasn't long before panic began to creep in.