HëllaBubz
Diamond Member
Horrifically. Like, I want to burst into tears and at the same time smash walls in.
WARNING - TRIGGERING AND GRAPHIC.
Started off in a pretty town with a handsome guy that was my best friend, who cuddled me, spent time with me, and after a while we became romantically involved. It felt amazing, like my first crush.
Then it twisted, and somehow I went from riding a horse on the racetrack, then it turned into a push bike, and I started a chasy game where I was either the pursuer or the pursued, and someone always died at the end of it.....usually me.
Then I dreamed I was out in the bush, with young teens with guns running around, and after I ran out of ammo, I started shooting them for their weapons, and piling the bodies in piles to deter others, but when I moved the bodies they came apart in my hands.
Random shit all over the place, but the dreams started early in the night, and 'stepped' up in horror as the night went on.
Full of dead, rotting people, running for my life, getting shot over and over again in different scenarios, playing dead after people had shot me, feeling blood run from my face after being shot with a shotgun and then a hand gun.
Passing out after being shot, 'waking' with a mouth full of blood from my wounds, only to be shot again and again, then kicked to make sure I was dead.
Monsters, climbing walls of dead people with stakes through their bodies and skulls that came apart when I grabbed the stakes to try to climb and escape, smelling death and rotting flesh, trying to shoot people who were after me, killing some, then turning around and copping a shotgun blast to the face, feeling hot pain in the area, then feeling the blood and flesh dripping down my face, or where ever else I had been shot.
Running from a monster who tracked me no matter what, whose voice reached me no matter how far I ran, and when he started getting closer, started on details of sexually f*cked up things that he was going to do to me when he caught me.
Eventually, I had a lucid moment where I thought, I can either pray for this to be over, I can give in and let them have me, or I can just wake up.
And then I woke with a jolt.
WARNING - TRIGGERING AND GRAPHIC.
Started off in a pretty town with a handsome guy that was my best friend, who cuddled me, spent time with me, and after a while we became romantically involved. It felt amazing, like my first crush.
Then it twisted, and somehow I went from riding a horse on the racetrack, then it turned into a push bike, and I started a chasy game where I was either the pursuer or the pursued, and someone always died at the end of it.....usually me.
Then I dreamed I was out in the bush, with young teens with guns running around, and after I ran out of ammo, I started shooting them for their weapons, and piling the bodies in piles to deter others, but when I moved the bodies they came apart in my hands.
Random shit all over the place, but the dreams started early in the night, and 'stepped' up in horror as the night went on.
Full of dead, rotting people, running for my life, getting shot over and over again in different scenarios, playing dead after people had shot me, feeling blood run from my face after being shot with a shotgun and then a hand gun.
Passing out after being shot, 'waking' with a mouth full of blood from my wounds, only to be shot again and again, then kicked to make sure I was dead.
Monsters, climbing walls of dead people with stakes through their bodies and skulls that came apart when I grabbed the stakes to try to climb and escape, smelling death and rotting flesh, trying to shoot people who were after me, killing some, then turning around and copping a shotgun blast to the face, feeling hot pain in the area, then feeling the blood and flesh dripping down my face, or where ever else I had been shot.
Running from a monster who tracked me no matter what, whose voice reached me no matter how far I ran, and when he started getting closer, started on details of sexually f*cked up things that he was going to do to me when he caught me.
Eventually, I had a lucid moment where I thought, I can either pray for this to be over, I can give in and let them have me, or I can just wake up.
And then I woke with a jolt.
