coraxxx
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I’m too stoned to read this now but my "monsters" always have been actual acute threats (my now evil ex chasing me through everything and no one believing me) or, in other, previous PTSD nightmares I would half-dream of something invisible whose job is to kill me. I dream that I put a mattress against the door so it wouldn’t catch me, but semi-waking up, evidently I’m on the mattress, and it loops so many times.
One time in Brazil I hallucinated a ghost. I was very scared and heard weird noises from outside and saw a very faint ectoplasm or whatever I thought it was, and I placed my hand in front of the luminescence to check if it wasn’t just my eyes going bonkers. But I saw my hand. I still think it was some form of hallucination. It wasn’t really scary. Spiritism, condomblé and macumba are common so once you are in that atmosphere it’s quite easy to get caught up in all the spirits things and the curses.
As a kid I really didn’t like the dark and was very afraid of shadows lurking behind things. I was deadly scared of it, and felt like they were moving.
Then I had furious beasts full of teeth and wrath and blood but these were my friends. They were my friends against the abstract threats.
One time I dreamed of my grandmother faintly rotting next to me in a car.
Another time I dreamed of my ex being axed by a maniac in a looping dream but it was during a meth withdrawal.
Typically my dreams aren’t very scary or graphic, it’s more of a situation that is uncomfortable and requires immediate action against an imminent threat, generally with loads of people implicated, confused and vague.
But I maintain the scariest dream was the one with the mattress. Something coming for me and I don’t know what. And repeating. Over. And over. And over.
One time in Brazil I hallucinated a ghost. I was very scared and heard weird noises from outside and saw a very faint ectoplasm or whatever I thought it was, and I placed my hand in front of the luminescence to check if it wasn’t just my eyes going bonkers. But I saw my hand. I still think it was some form of hallucination. It wasn’t really scary. Spiritism, condomblé and macumba are common so once you are in that atmosphere it’s quite easy to get caught up in all the spirits things and the curses.
As a kid I really didn’t like the dark and was very afraid of shadows lurking behind things. I was deadly scared of it, and felt like they were moving.
Then I had furious beasts full of teeth and wrath and blood but these were my friends. They were my friends against the abstract threats.
One time I dreamed of my grandmother faintly rotting next to me in a car.
Another time I dreamed of my ex being axed by a maniac in a looping dream but it was during a meth withdrawal.
Typically my dreams aren’t very scary or graphic, it’s more of a situation that is uncomfortable and requires immediate action against an imminent threat, generally with loads of people implicated, confused and vague.
But I maintain the scariest dream was the one with the mattress. Something coming for me and I don’t know what. And repeating. Over. And over. And over.