Nightmare Storytime #7

Last night I had some shitty nightmare about my partner being awful to me. It was disturbing to see him so cruel. 

But that’s not quite the nightmare. I woke from the first one only to fall asleep directly into the second one. 

I dreampt that I went to an entertainment complex or arcade mansion of some sort. I started getting a bad feeling, eventually wandering off around and leaving. 

But when I got to the parking lot, my car was gone. I went back inside to tell the staff, when suddenly no one was there but the staff. I was eventually directed to a manager’s office. He told me that I wasn’t getting it back, and basically was kidnapping me. He was older, with bright white hair, looked like a stereotypical Texan.

I argued with him and threatened him I’d kill him when he slapped me across the mouth. Hard. I decided two on one chances  ducked,as there was a body guard with him. He took me to the elevator to take me somewhere. I managed to keep my phone and was quietly but frantically trying to GPS my location to Eric, but the signal was bad. 

I texted him that I loved him and that I died fighting if I didn’t make it out. He texted back and said the location wasn’t showing up or didn’t exist, to find another way to show my location. The manager guy was taking me to a secluded room on the top floor. There was a fit, tall blonde guy my age laying on the bed, seemingly apathetic. I was to sleep in the same bed. 

It struck me by some photos that I was shown of him that looked nothing like him now that he was obviously gay. This was a conversion camp?! They must have looked me up and knew I was bi. I kept my phone under the guise of looking at his messages for emotional support before I possibly die (he also seemed like he might murder me) the whole time. I heard a racket outside. I saw what “mother” was doing and I knew the police must be here. 

I got him to take us downstairs for food or some thing but I broke off and went to the elevator myself. When I got to the bottom floor, I didn’t see anyone. Realizing they were still too far away to find me in time, I pretended I wasn’t running and waited for them, pretending to act cheerful and playful. When we stepped outside, it was as if there were a carnival or town party. People and cakes and bright colors everywhere.

I was looking around and texting Eric my surroundings and location. Finally, I see Eric come up the stairs like he owned the place, said something badass that I dont rememebr, and picked me up and ran. When we got lost we double backed inside to lose them there. While running through the now crowded halls, a man in a suit and sunglasses appeared next to me. He confirmed he was there for a distress call from me. I recognized him as the KGB.

And then I woke up. Weird, yeah?

Nightmare Storytime #6

The dream unfolds as I realize that I am at my father’s house, in my childhood room. My partner is here. Now we are in an opera room with a lot of others; we are seeing…doubles of ourselves? Or are we seeing ghosts? I cannot tell, this part is hazy. There is mention of dead celebrities.

I’m now in a pond, looking for confirmation that Katy Perry is indeed dead, and I am somehow searching for this by wading through the shallow waters. I am finding and picking up dead cats, until I get freaked out and get out of the pond.

Now my partner and I are in a cave-like setting. We walk outside of it and into the watery moat that surrounded it. There is a puzzle here, etched into the rocks, that opened a drawer within the rocks. I cracked the code and picked up the rings inside, which were also a part of a puzzle. I put them together correctly just in time to see a game warden coming. We high-tailed it out of there on our boat, and then scaling a fence before he could see us. When he reached us, it appeared that it worked and he could do nothing. He asked about my partner’s dog, but it had been dead long ago.

The last part of this multi-dream was that I was in bed with my partner, similar to how I was actually asleep. But in the dream, someone or something was violently shaking the bed. I woke up terrified that it was real.

Nightmare Storytime #5

TW: Self-harm, death

A few weeks ago, I dreampt that I was helping an older couple out with things around the house, in exchange for food and company (I guess?). They let me play with their weird monkey/rat/dog pet thing, and I left for home. Eric and I were watching TV and things started to get weird, and we saw some kind of crazy news reporting on the couple.

For some reason this warranted us going to dad’s house, and hiding in the bathroom, locking the door. That’s when we heard it. Footsteps coming from inside the house, accompanied by weird noises. I yelled at him to close the door and then I whipped around only to find that the opposite door, the door I had shut and locked was now wide open. I shut it again and slammed the lock into place, turning again towards Eric swiftly but was stopped halfway through my motion. My eyes had caught the figure of a person, crouching behind something between us. Before I could address her or ask her what the hell she was doing here, she shot up into a standing position. Something shiny caught my eye. She was holding a massive piece of broken glass, and was slitting her wrists with it. She held her arms out in front of me, screaming and inching closer as she did so. The blood was so red and vibrant that it shocked me for a few moments.

After some other creepy occurrences, I looked at her again and it was as if I’d hallucinated because she wasn’t dying or freaking out any longer. The footsteps were getting closer outside of the door Eric was holding closed. We strained our ears to listen. It was very close to the door now. I whispered for them to run out the other door, and all three of us book it to the older couples house. I realize at some point that the girl who had carved herself like a pumpkin moments ago was behind us, a strange look on her face. I got unnerved and told her to go ahead of us, to which she obliged.

I turned to Eric, who’s face had now begun to distort and morph with my ex’s face, and twist into a terrifying grin. Almost like I’m having an acid trip. That’s when I realized that whatever is happening in our area has the ability to control our perception. As I try to explain what I’ve realized to the other two, we reach the house, which is strangely similar to my aunt’s house growing up. The couple is now standing out on the front porch, but there are no lights on. The girl walks up to the porch and begins to talk to them. Something doesn’t feel right. When I turn back to them, the couple is now dancing inhumanly, dirty dancing, all over each other and I turn to Keric and tell them not to worry, it’s just the demon perception. We close our eyes.

It is suddenly the next day, like we had passed out somehow. We were strapped into a van, their van. There were other people there, their “children,” and they were feeding us these hash brown/cookie looking things. We realized that there’s flakes of…people sprinkled on them; we’d been eating them the whole time and contracted some kind of cannibal psychosis.

Nightmare Storytime #4

July 2016

I was in my room, sleeping, just as I had been when I actually went to sleep. I “woke” and looked over into Moosh’s (my bearded dragon) cage. A cloud of condensation seemed to appear, as if someone was standing right where I was and breathing onto the cage. In the little cloud, fingerprints appeared. 

I felt panick rising in my chest and I scrambled back into bed, leaving the lights on, and pulled the covers over my head. After a moment, it felt like gravity was increasing, but only pushing down on my head.  No. Like someone was pushing down on my head. I suddenly got very thirsty and kind of peeked out of the covers to reach for my nightstand when I realized it: the lights were now off.

I sunk back into the covers, peeking out ahead after a minute of fearful deliberating. This time, I could make out an outline of a tall figure standing directly in front of me. My heart lept in my throat as I slowly felt something squeezing it.  I tried to get up and run, but my body was weak from being breathless and from the seemingly heightened gravity. 

I woke up gasping for air. 

Nightmare Storytime #2

I’m not sure when this dream was, all that I know is it was within the last two months. Just a little backstory on what may be behind this one; I have a lot of trauma regarding drug abuse and the people in my life. So it’s been something I’ve been consciously worried about (though not with the person who this dream actually involved.)

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The dream starts off already in the middle of the action; Eric and I were striding together on a warm fall night, our shoes crunching onto sheets of dead leaves. We were wearing hoodies and swerving around cars and signs swiftly, as if we were evading something. I knew already we were out doing a run selling some drug for a dealer or something. When we made it to the place from which we would be getting the drugs, Eric started acting strangely. Even though he said it was just Molly, he got really uncomfortable and wouldn’t let me try it when I asked. This gave me an uneasy and odd feeling because Molly isn’t a particularly dangerous drug on it’s own and apparently in dream world, we’d done it before together a million times. I let it go.

We arrived to the house where our customer supposedly lived, and I opened the door to see if he was the right guy (apparently I didn’t feel the need to knock.) As I stood there asking him his name, he made a lewd comment towards my body. I got Eric to go in instead and he promptly shuts him up.

We were hanging out there for a bit, and I noticed that Eric had started to prepare his arm with a tourniquet and I found out then that he had lied to me and told me it was Molly but it was actually dope. I immediately began to cry for a good part of the dream, trying to gather my things through the sobbing as I was telling him that I couldn’t go through this again.  He just kept saying “it’s no big deal.” I could feel my gut wrenching in a mixture of anger and heartbreak.

Then, to add to the chaos, as I was checking my phone, my ex girlfriend was sending me a bunch of pictures from when we were together, some of which were sexual. He saw this when he looked over my shoulder and though that I was actively sending them to her. He proceeded to get really angry with me, snatch the phone from my hands, and  went through it (very out of character, all of this).

After this, I woke up, and eventually fell back asleep. I had a very disjointed mini dream after that, that didn’t seem to follow any linear plot. There was a small bull who was running around and wreaking havoc. I confronted it and thought it was going to run me through with it’s horns but the went on either side of my abdomen. It turned out that I was the only one it would listen to.

I felt the need to mention it not only for it’s obvious symbolism, but also for the fact that Eric is a Taurus.