Fucked up dreams |OT| of lets talk about it/no more tears ;_;
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Figured there may as well be a spot for under-qualified psycho-analysis and writing-community swagger jacking. Ever been freaked the fuck out low key and had no way to vent about it? Shit the bed in your studio apartment and wanted to let the world know? Insecurities and guilt manifesting in the most demonic ways? be among brehs and brehettes
woke up like
I'll start off. ;_; I'm currently afraid of shit that I've never been afraid of in my entire life right now.
This whole month my lips have been kinda chapped, so of course I find myself licking my lips as I sleep. Nothing new in this dream. About to head out to a date and I'm checking for my chapstick like nothing is unusual. Everything is cool. Nice dinner. We shoot the shit. I order some wine and notice that my lips are feeling kinda scratchy again. No big deal as she doesn't notice. Laughs to be had, etc. Its chill.
I start to notice my lips feeling crackly and moist so I do the sneak move of wiping my mouth with the napkin as I look away. Sure enough, spotted with blood. Date doesn't seem to notice but I excuse myself anyways. Head to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror to see that it's a bit worse than I thought. Lips outright peeling... just ugh. To myself, its unsightly but no one on the way to the restroom even glanced at me. Okay. Cool. I realize right then and there that its going to be one of those dreams and keep it moving.
Cleaned up. Tried to deal with some of the extra dry skin, wiped up again, went back to the table. Got the most disgusting kiss goodbye I'll ever have the experience of imagining. Almost threw up on myself, tasting what I thought was my own blood. Whatever, I see you, bitchass nightmare. My self-conscious habits ain't that real. I could've been buttnaked in that restaurant leading a sing-a-long as I go ham on the hibachi grill improv. I legit felt confident going back to my place after that dinner. But the scratchiness and peeling was starting to really bother me. Started to sneeze and stuff too. Just felt like my entire face was itching and crusty. Like I could just pick at it and take small pieces off. Took legit effort to keep my hands off of my face after a while. Started picking my nose to stop the itch there too but it seemed to just come and go.
Make the rounds at my apartment when I get in. Say what's up to my roommates real quick then head to the restroom again to check myself out. Fucking blood all around my mouth and some trickling down from my nose. Something still scratching at the back of my nose and its just driving me crazy at this point. Close and lock the bathroom door behind me. Take some tweezers up my nose, latch on to what is definitely NOT a fucking dried out booger like I expected, end up having to tug and put some real effort into it... and pull out something like this
I took a long hard look at it. Rinse off all the blood and see a white insect arm. I didn't even give myself time to think about feeling nauseated or processing what was going on. I just ran my chin against the mirror, tilted my head back, and lined up another look at what was down my nostril with my tweezers ready to get the rest. Saw this
Mantis Shrimp looking parasite in the back of my nose. With a missing arm of course. I threw the tool away and just went in with two fingers. I pulled one good time and felt the tug deep in my chest
and just gave up lol. I didn't even wake up so much as I forfeited sleep. I didn't move or scream. I was just licking my fucking lips and rubbing my nose to confirm that shit didn't actually happen. Been fucked up for two days now. Not enough chapstick in the world.
i didn't know i had a fear of parasites until then. now i'm hyperaware
woke up like
I'll start off. ;_; I'm currently afraid of shit that I've never been afraid of in my entire life right now.
This whole month my lips have been kinda chapped, so of course I find myself licking my lips as I sleep. Nothing new in this dream. About to head out to a date and I'm checking for my chapstick like nothing is unusual. Everything is cool. Nice dinner. We shoot the shit. I order some wine and notice that my lips are feeling kinda scratchy again. No big deal as she doesn't notice. Laughs to be had, etc. Its chill.
I start to notice my lips feeling crackly and moist so I do the sneak move of wiping my mouth with the napkin as I look away. Sure enough, spotted with blood. Date doesn't seem to notice but I excuse myself anyways. Head to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror to see that it's a bit worse than I thought. Lips outright peeling... just ugh. To myself, its unsightly but no one on the way to the restroom even glanced at me. Okay. Cool. I realize right then and there that its going to be one of those dreams and keep it moving.
Cleaned up. Tried to deal with some of the extra dry skin, wiped up again, went back to the table. Got the most disgusting kiss goodbye I'll ever have the experience of imagining. Almost threw up on myself, tasting what I thought was my own blood. Whatever, I see you, bitchass nightmare. My self-conscious habits ain't that real. I could've been buttnaked in that restaurant leading a sing-a-long as I go ham on the hibachi grill improv. I legit felt confident going back to my place after that dinner. But the scratchiness and peeling was starting to really bother me. Started to sneeze and stuff too. Just felt like my entire face was itching and crusty. Like I could just pick at it and take small pieces off. Took legit effort to keep my hands off of my face after a while. Started picking my nose to stop the itch there too but it seemed to just come and go.
Make the rounds at my apartment when I get in. Say what's up to my roommates real quick then head to the restroom again to check myself out. Fucking blood all around my mouth and some trickling down from my nose. Something still scratching at the back of my nose and its just driving me crazy at this point. Close and lock the bathroom door behind me. Take some tweezers up my nose, latch on to what is definitely NOT a fucking dried out booger like I expected, end up having to tug and put some real effort into it... and pull out something like this
I took a long hard look at it. Rinse off all the blood and see a white insect arm. I didn't even give myself time to think about feeling nauseated or processing what was going on. I just ran my chin against the mirror, tilted my head back, and lined up another look at what was down my nostril with my tweezers ready to get the rest. Saw this
Mantis Shrimp looking parasite in the back of my nose. With a missing arm of course. I threw the tool away and just went in with two fingers. I pulled one good time and felt the tug deep in my chest
and just gave up lol. I didn't even wake up so much as I forfeited sleep. I didn't move or scream. I was just licking my fucking lips and rubbing my nose to confirm that shit didn't actually happen. Been fucked up for two days now. Not enough chapstick in the world.
i didn't know i had a fear of parasites until then. now i'm hyperaware
I used to have a recurring dream about some man with a wig chasing me around our apartment as a child and at some point my dad always saves me by stabbing him with a knife in the kitchen. I think I watched the Fugitive or something but what messed me up was that dream kept coming back.
For the longest time, every time I wake up from sleep is through a falling sensation. I feel like I'm falling off my bed or a chair, that's how I wake up every morning.
Since I didn't have a stable family growing up as a latchkey kid, I really value the relationships I have at the moment. I would occasionally get nightmares of close friends dying or leaving and I would wake up sweating a lot and through a falling sensation that I mentioned above.
I don't know why it happens, I've tried different sleeping postures, sleeping on the floor, and finding more time to spend time with people I love but it still happens and I find it very unpleasant.
Since I didn't have a stable family growing up as a latchkey kid, I really value the relationships I have at the moment. I would occasionally get nightmares of close friends dying or leaving and I would wake up sweating a lot and through a falling sensation that I mentioned above.
I don't know why it happens, I've tried different sleeping postures, sleeping on the floor, and finding more time to spend time with people I love but it still happens and I find it very unpleasant.
Had one nightmare where some shit looking like a cross of The Thing and Parasyte (except live action) was after me. Chased me, caught me, and asked me some shit (can't remember). Some eyeball looking like Birkin's from Resident Evil 2 had a mouth and teeth like a shark, popped out of it. I think that's what actually talked. Should have written it down. lol
I also suffer from bouts of Sleep Paralysis. The documentary, "The Nightmare" does a good job showing how scary that shit is.
I also suffer from bouts of Sleep Paralysis. The documentary, "The Nightmare" does a good job showing how scary that shit is.
Legit shook half a week later. Can't even pick my nose without preparing my mind first.
By EldritchTrapStar Go To PostHad one nightmare where some shit looking like a cross of The Thing and Parasyte (except live action) was after me. Chased me, caught me, and asked me some shit (can't remember). Some eyeball looking like Birkin's from Resident Evil 2 had a mouth and teeth like a shark, popped out of it. I think that's what actually talked. Should have written it down. lolOne of my roommates had that shit back in Texas. I was not envious.
I also suffer from bouts of Sleep Paralysis. The documentary, "The Nightmare" does a good job showing how scary that shit is.
Not a dream but freaky occurrences are just what. Tonight there were two owls on top of the house just hoo hooing, they sound eerie enough but I've also been watching Twin Peaks.
I have a recurring dream where someone is throwing a baby out of a window several stories up. Always ruins my day waking up from that.
The sleep paralysis thing happens to me once in a blue, too.
The sleep paralysis thing happens to me once in a blue, too.
The most f'd up dream I had recently was me sitting at my kitchen table trying to cut my left forearm off with a butter knife while my girlfriend and older brother tried to help me. I can't remember what the logic was in the dream, but for some reason we all agreed, "Yeah, that's a totally reasonable idea. You should definitely cut off your arm." I didn't feel any pain or discomfort while doing it, but I think when I got to the bone I sort of looked down and got disgusted and that's when I woke up. I shot up in my bed and first thing I did was check to make sure my arm was still intact (it was, don't worry).
The second thing I wanted to do (but didn't) was wake up my girlfriend and tell her all about it.
The second thing I wanted to do (but didn't) was wake up my girlfriend and tell her all about it.
I have this super bizzare dream 3 days ago
There's kids that visitting my house, I'm watching this one kid.. and fucking suddenly he crawling to the ceiling like spider-man.. after he goes upside down, he fall to the floor
WTF
I can only frozen up when waking up and realize its just a dream
There's kids that visitting my house, I'm watching this one kid.. and fucking suddenly he crawling to the ceiling like spider-man.. after he goes upside down, he fall to the floor
WTF
I can only frozen up when waking up and realize its just a dream
The harshest shit I've had recently are those fucking missed deadline/missed exam ohhh no failed uni dreams. Dat 3rd year stress leaving it's Mark for a lifetime.
Wake up feeling shut no matter what
Wake up feeling shut no matter what
I cannot stay by myself. I cannot. My imagination is way too fucking vivid.
And my dreams of being killed by a doppelganger or something are coming back too. Had a nice day deep sea diving with my lady friend when I see myself pull up beside us and watch slow-mo as he slices my neck and lets me bleed out 50ft below the surface. Not cool.
And my dreams of being killed by a doppelganger or something are coming back too. Had a nice day deep sea diving with my lady friend when I see myself pull up beside us and watch slow-mo as he slices my neck and lets me bleed out 50ft below the surface. Not cool.
I catalog my dreams via Journler (until it was discontinued) and now evernote.
I'll share a few of my messed up dreams:
I woke up to a dog licking my face. Turns out our family dog alaskan malamute decided to wake me up to take her for a walk. I go to turn out on my usual side and there's a woman. Not bad right? I turn to my left side and there's a kid. I climb off the front and walk around as the dog follows me as I try to figure out what happened. Am I dead? I pinch my cheeks and they work as it turns out this dream is real. I run to a mirror downstairs and yell WHAT?. Dog shrieks a little bit and comes up to me whining.
I make a beeline for the first computer and find myself: I'm married with a child living in Utah. WAT?
I'm walking around this pretty neighborhood with the dog mirin everything happy as shit. Wife made me change pampers and do all types of domesticated brother shit. This pristine pure white angel unadulterated was loving and all types of stuff.
Shit was a nightmare, b. This dream was fucked up beyond belief.
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Another dream I'm back in class in my undergrad years during the time a police officer showed up to class requested by the professor for the persuasion course. Everyone gets a text with a $1 milion reward for my capture and a $1 billion reward for my death. I didn't realize this until later. Anything after this incriminates myself and I don't talk about legal situations...
TL;DR it becomes the scene in enemy of the state where Will Smith runs from a city. I escaped to Mexico one month later.
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I get shot, killed, and wake up in a morgue after autopsy. I double back to my apartment at night, clean it, and withdraw all my money and leave. Whole world wondering what happened as I skip town...
I'll share a few of my messed up dreams:
I woke up to a dog licking my face. Turns out our family dog alaskan malamute decided to wake me up to take her for a walk. I go to turn out on my usual side and there's a woman. Not bad right? I turn to my left side and there's a kid. I climb off the front and walk around as the dog follows me as I try to figure out what happened. Am I dead? I pinch my cheeks and they work as it turns out this dream is real. I run to a mirror downstairs and yell WHAT?. Dog shrieks a little bit and comes up to me whining.
I make a beeline for the first computer and find myself: I'm married with a child living in Utah. WAT?
I'm walking around this pretty neighborhood with the dog mirin everything happy as shit. Wife made me change pampers and do all types of domesticated brother shit. This pristine pure white angel unadulterated was loving and all types of stuff.
Shit was a nightmare, b. This dream was fucked up beyond belief.
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Another dream I'm back in class in my undergrad years during the time a police officer showed up to class requested by the professor for the persuasion course. Everyone gets a text with a $1 milion reward for my capture and a $1 billion reward for my death. I didn't realize this until later. Anything after this incriminates myself and I don't talk about legal situations...
TL;DR it becomes the scene in enemy of the state where Will Smith runs from a city. I escaped to Mexico one month later.
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I get shot, killed, and wake up in a morgue after autopsy. I double back to my apartment at night, clean it, and withdraw all my money and leave. Whole world wondering what happened as I skip town...