NOT sweet dreams
I just had a fricking series of horrible dreams about death and dying and pain.
In one, I was being stabbed and cut up by someone. Sometimes the someone was my sister. It was terrible; it really hurt, even if my brain didn't subject me to blood - though, I think the knives were so sharp, they cut through skin and muscle like butter. It hurt so much. And it was scary, because thy kept coming back after I was sure to be dead. I should have been, but I kept healing and doing it all over again. They dug so deep, I could feel it scratching and chipping bone...
I had a dream that wasn't bad, but did pull up a ton of good memories, which in turn pulled up a metric fuckton of bad memories. There were lots of my friends there, from now and way back in the day, and relationships were all skewed and it was kinda fun, but all the while my brain kept interjecting, 'It was kinda like this, huh? And now it's gone.'
I had one where some crazy shit had happened, and there were people waiting to be picked p, but some of them were the bad guys and people had weapons and were starting to riot, and an old lady died on the bus that picked me and my sister up. SHE DIED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. But my brain retconned it, probably because I don't know what death looks like, and she wasn't dead, she had fallen asleep. There were people in some marshy water near there, and some got out but others were stuck. Then the stuck people were calling the rescued people and asking why they didn't help. It was...I don't even know what.
I had a nice two-in-one: One dream basically ran into the next, whereas I woke up between the others. The first was weird in that I think there was a plane crash, and my family was investigating it? But it turned out to be a terrorist thing? The people in charge sent my sister and I on some mission in secret, and we met my mom on the way; she was going on a different, more dangerous mission. She told us, "If I don't come back, you guys have to get over it soon, okay?" Then we went our separate ways and my sister and I had to find a certain place in the weird mall I usually dream about - but this time it was also an airport; we had to go somewhere to find something or get help or I don't even know what.
The last dream woke me up sobbing.It was the worst. I'm only awake right now because that one was so bad I was afraid to go to sleep again. Basically, my dad was going around killing everyone I know. It was like a fucking horror movie in that there were clues, and he was being super deliberate, but not killing directly. We had to follow directions and clues to see who was going to die next. He also killed people I work with, and a couple of my firends. My sister died early on; he killed her in person by stabbing her. Then he talked to me about why he did it, but I don't remember that part. We were at my job at the time, and he disappeared after. We were driving around while Ramil was next on the list. One odd thing was that as I was waiting to die, I was writing in the same cryptic message style as my dad was leaving the messages. I don't know if I first thought this during or after the dream, but I remember thinking, "What if I'm doing this?" Finally, my mom and I were at home, and my sister(inexplicably alive again) and I got these cards, and we had to read them and do what they said, but no matter what, we were going to die. My nana came over, and at first we didn't want to let her in. Someone said, "It doesn't matter, it's already over," so we let her in. She was carrying my baby cousin, who was dying of some poison or something. My brain went all literary, and I was reading the action rather than being in it - like, there were printed pages to read instead of images to see. I read that the baby (she's 2) had two poisons, and one was going to stop her heart while the other would contrict her breathing. I read She drew her last breath just before her small heart stopped, and then I was in it again instead of reading. I cried, and Marissa was dead again, and I woke up sobbing.
Fuck.
Fucking horrible night of dreams.
I'm kind of depressed now.
But mostly creeped the fuck out by my brain.
I'm going to go find some fluffy fanfic or something.
In one, I was being stabbed and cut up by someone. Sometimes the someone was my sister. It was terrible; it really hurt, even if my brain didn't subject me to blood - though, I think the knives were so sharp, they cut through skin and muscle like butter. It hurt so much. And it was scary, because thy kept coming back after I was sure to be dead. I should have been, but I kept healing and doing it all over again. They dug so deep, I could feel it scratching and chipping bone...
I had a dream that wasn't bad, but did pull up a ton of good memories, which in turn pulled up a metric fuckton of bad memories. There were lots of my friends there, from now and way back in the day, and relationships were all skewed and it was kinda fun, but all the while my brain kept interjecting, 'It was kinda like this, huh? And now it's gone.'
I had one where some crazy shit had happened, and there were people waiting to be picked p, but some of them were the bad guys and people had weapons and were starting to riot, and an old lady died on the bus that picked me and my sister up. SHE DIED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. But my brain retconned it, probably because I don't know what death looks like, and she wasn't dead, she had fallen asleep. There were people in some marshy water near there, and some got out but others were stuck. Then the stuck people were calling the rescued people and asking why they didn't help. It was...I don't even know what.
I had a nice two-in-one: One dream basically ran into the next, whereas I woke up between the others. The first was weird in that I think there was a plane crash, and my family was investigating it? But it turned out to be a terrorist thing? The people in charge sent my sister and I on some mission in secret, and we met my mom on the way; she was going on a different, more dangerous mission. She told us, "If I don't come back, you guys have to get over it soon, okay?" Then we went our separate ways and my sister and I had to find a certain place in the weird mall I usually dream about - but this time it was also an airport; we had to go somewhere to find something or get help or I don't even know what.
The last dream woke me up sobbing.It was the worst. I'm only awake right now because that one was so bad I was afraid to go to sleep again. Basically, my dad was going around killing everyone I know. It was like a fucking horror movie in that there were clues, and he was being super deliberate, but not killing directly. We had to follow directions and clues to see who was going to die next. He also killed people I work with, and a couple of my firends. My sister died early on; he killed her in person by stabbing her. Then he talked to me about why he did it, but I don't remember that part. We were at my job at the time, and he disappeared after. We were driving around while Ramil was next on the list. One odd thing was that as I was waiting to die, I was writing in the same cryptic message style as my dad was leaving the messages. I don't know if I first thought this during or after the dream, but I remember thinking, "What if I'm doing this?" Finally, my mom and I were at home, and my sister(inexplicably alive again) and I got these cards, and we had to read them and do what they said, but no matter what, we were going to die. My nana came over, and at first we didn't want to let her in. Someone said, "It doesn't matter, it's already over," so we let her in. She was carrying my baby cousin, who was dying of some poison or something. My brain went all literary, and I was reading the action rather than being in it - like, there were printed pages to read instead of images to see. I read that the baby (she's 2) had two poisons, and one was going to stop her heart while the other would contrict her breathing. I read She drew her last breath just before her small heart stopped, and then I was in it again instead of reading. I cried, and Marissa was dead again, and I woke up sobbing.
Fuck.
Fucking horrible night of dreams.
I'm kind of depressed now.
But mostly creeped the fuck out by my brain.
I'm going to go find some fluffy fanfic or something.