Fuuuuuuuck.
So, last year I had a really bad period of about six months where every night I would have hyper-realistic, absolutely terrifying nightmares. Every single night. For six months. And then one day, they stopped! I could sleep peacefully. Everything was great. Except...
Suddenly? Yeah, the nightmares are back. I just spent twenty minutes sobbing uncontrollably into my pillow after having a dream where I a) Got pregnant, despite the fact that I'm, like, the most virginal sixteen year-old I know, b) Had an abortion, c) Was forced to tell my parents while holding the fetus in a jar of formaldehyde, after which c) My mother proceeded to eat it in front of me while my father screamed that I was a failure. Also the fetus was part pterodactyl. And throughout the entire dream I was being stalked by a greasy man with a tiny mustache who watched me through a tiny round blue window that he carried everywhere.
So, first thing that freaks me out: Apparently my subconscious is directed by David Lynch. This is seriously worrying.
Second thing: This one dream, coming after months of perfect, dreamless, happy sleep, somehow managed to take 90% of my worst fears and stick them in a blender. What the fuck. How did this happen? I didn't eat before I went to sleep last night. I haven't been drinking, smoking, or doing drugs. I didn't watch any horror movies recently. Why on Earth would I dream something like that? It makes no sense
Fuck. I'm still really freaked out. I really hope that this was just a one-off occasion and not the start of another six months of nightmares. The last time I ended up barely sleeping for half a year. I felt like the kids in Nightmare on Elm Street. Sort of starting to feel like that again.
Suddenly? Yeah, the nightmares are back. I just spent twenty minutes sobbing uncontrollably into my pillow after having a dream where I a) Got pregnant, despite the fact that I'm, like, the most virginal sixteen year-old I know, b) Had an abortion, c) Was forced to tell my parents while holding the fetus in a jar of formaldehyde, after which c) My mother proceeded to eat it in front of me while my father screamed that I was a failure. Also the fetus was part pterodactyl. And throughout the entire dream I was being stalked by a greasy man with a tiny mustache who watched me through a tiny round blue window that he carried everywhere.
So, first thing that freaks me out: Apparently my subconscious is directed by David Lynch. This is seriously worrying.
Second thing: This one dream, coming after months of perfect, dreamless, happy sleep, somehow managed to take 90% of my worst fears and stick them in a blender. What the fuck. How did this happen? I didn't eat before I went to sleep last night. I haven't been drinking, smoking, or doing drugs. I didn't watch any horror movies recently. Why on Earth would I dream something like that? It makes no sense
Fuck. I'm still really freaked out. I really hope that this was just a one-off occasion and not the start of another six months of nightmares. The last time I ended up barely sleeping for half a year. I felt like the kids in Nightmare on Elm Street. Sort of starting to feel like that again.