IthinkIcan
Bronze Member
Nightmares. Sleep paralysis. Night terrors. All of these are nothing new to me. I've dealt with these my entire life, thought I don't deal with sleep paralysis nearly as much as I did when I younger. Thanks to my grandmother, who raised me better than my own parents and taught me how to get myself out of sleep paralysis, and how to ensure it's hold on me wouldn't feel permanant. She also taught me how to cope with nightmares. I have them every night, so it's nothing new to me. However, last night's journey was very weird and very scary.
It started off slow. I was a kid. I think I might have been a boy in my dream. And I was close friends with a very special boy. Well, something happened and he had a horrible trauma to his brain, but for some reason a research facility kept experimenting on him because even though he should have been dead from his injuries.. his body still kept him alive.. And I was telepathically connected to him. And he wanted me to save him.
But this entire dream, I'm going through the same obstacles and failing. And he looks horrible.. grotesque and scary. And this friend I thought I loved slowly turned malicious and diabolical in my eyes.. and I just remember trying to run from him out of a darkened store before he could get close enough to suck me into his body.. And then I woke up.
My dreams are becoming more and more real to me lately. And this one proved to be one of the more perverse ones for me. I've been shaking all morning.. my mother-in-all sent me a well meaning video about a hilarious parody song.. about babies called "I Poop". And I laughed myself into hysteric sobbing. I couldn't finish the video.. I miss my daughter. And my husband. And his family who actually cares about me. And it's all just so hard by myself in this town that holds nothing but horrible memories. So yea.. I figured I'd share this dream with you guys before I head off to work this morning. I wonder what it's trying to tell me.
It started off slow. I was a kid. I think I might have been a boy in my dream. And I was close friends with a very special boy. Well, something happened and he had a horrible trauma to his brain, but for some reason a research facility kept experimenting on him because even though he should have been dead from his injuries.. his body still kept him alive.. And I was telepathically connected to him. And he wanted me to save him.
But this entire dream, I'm going through the same obstacles and failing. And he looks horrible.. grotesque and scary. And this friend I thought I loved slowly turned malicious and diabolical in my eyes.. and I just remember trying to run from him out of a darkened store before he could get close enough to suck me into his body.. And then I woke up.
My dreams are becoming more and more real to me lately. And this one proved to be one of the more perverse ones for me. I've been shaking all morning.. my mother-in-all sent me a well meaning video about a hilarious parody song.. about babies called "I Poop". And I laughed myself into hysteric sobbing. I couldn't finish the video.. I miss my daughter. And my husband. And his family who actually cares about me. And it's all just so hard by myself in this town that holds nothing but horrible memories. So yea.. I figured I'd share this dream with you guys before I head off to work this morning. I wonder what it's trying to tell me.
