familiarity breeds content
i have had some crazy ass dreams today:
i woke up crashing in the same car a few times.
then i woke up in my bed, only it was the bed in my old house when i was younger that my parents used to live in back when.
then i woke up and couldn't breathe through my nose, then i touched it and it was running black. then i thought i smelled permanent marker.
then i fell asleep in the dream and woke back up in that same bed, only this time my mom came in my room with a door in her hands. not the door to my room, to another room, and yelled at me to get downstairs. one of our cats had gotten killed somehow, skewered with it's brains jutting out of it's skull and my sisters ran around screaming. she was telling me that i had to clean it up so i did.
it was overwhelmingly vile and creepy to do.
both of my cats are dead by the way, at least, the older ones are now.
then the dreams get weirder...
i wake up in my bed, here, at my house, and wander into my closet and feel i am going crazy (cannot explain it) suddenly there is a dead cat there. everything has this sort of 'silent hill' look to it.
then i wake up again and cannot move, in my current bed again. this, i feel is where it gets creepiest. i cannot move, i try to move, i cannot, i try to lift my eyelids but barely can. i had felt the whole time someone was playing some sickening joke on me and then i felt the covers lift up or simply move a little and i froze to pretend i was sleeping. then after whoever was messing with me seemed to leave or stop moving i elbowed left and right and shot out of bed.
nothing. no one.
then i glanced to my right, lying in bed again sleeping apparently (or this time i may have simply hallucinated cause it was weird and hard to discern because it startled me so and i was groggy); my roommates face lying next to mine with the most evil, creepy look on his face staring at me. it was almost like a severed head and it gives me chills as i type this just thinking about it. maybe it was a severed head, i don't know. maybe he really is a psycho and was coming in messing with me, but he wouldn've had ample time to get back to his room before i could check as i laid there unmoving for a moment as i had said.
i woke up crashing in the same car a few times.
then i woke up in my bed, only it was the bed in my old house when i was younger that my parents used to live in back when.
then i woke up and couldn't breathe through my nose, then i touched it and it was running black. then i thought i smelled permanent marker.
then i fell asleep in the dream and woke back up in that same bed, only this time my mom came in my room with a door in her hands. not the door to my room, to another room, and yelled at me to get downstairs. one of our cats had gotten killed somehow, skewered with it's brains jutting out of it's skull and my sisters ran around screaming. she was telling me that i had to clean it up so i did.
it was overwhelmingly vile and creepy to do.
both of my cats are dead by the way, at least, the older ones are now.
then the dreams get weirder...
i wake up in my bed, here, at my house, and wander into my closet and feel i am going crazy (cannot explain it) suddenly there is a dead cat there. everything has this sort of 'silent hill' look to it.
then i wake up again and cannot move, in my current bed again. this, i feel is where it gets creepiest. i cannot move, i try to move, i cannot, i try to lift my eyelids but barely can. i had felt the whole time someone was playing some sickening joke on me and then i felt the covers lift up or simply move a little and i froze to pretend i was sleeping. then after whoever was messing with me seemed to leave or stop moving i elbowed left and right and shot out of bed.
nothing. no one.
then i glanced to my right, lying in bed again sleeping apparently (or this time i may have simply hallucinated cause it was weird and hard to discern because it startled me so and i was groggy); my roommates face lying next to mine with the most evil, creepy look on his face staring at me. it was almost like a severed head and it gives me chills as i type this just thinking about it. maybe it was a severed head, i don't know. maybe he really is a psycho and was coming in messing with me, but he wouldn've had ample time to get back to his room before i could check as i laid there unmoving for a moment as i had said.