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Fucking--Jesus Christ. I don't remember the last time I had a nightmare.
I guess my brain decided it's been a while since I did a dream log?
So the first thing I remember is my roommate and I in some bizarre combination of our dorm and the downstairs library, but the door led to the outside. We were just chatting and doing...idk normal things, when she leaves, and this woman in her fifties comes in as she opens the door. She kind of just stands in the doorway and says she has to talk to me, and I'm like "Yeah, okay." The outside world beyond the door is sort of dark, I think it was night, but it looked a bit like buildings were on fire and I vaguely remember riot noises. Apparently dream-self didn't notice this.
The woman looks at me all solemn and says that she's very sorry and that I shouldn't be angry with her, which makes me start to freak out, because she's using the kind of tone that probably means one of my parents is dead or something. I remember babbling about something, and the woman tries to explain, but she never gets a chance because that's all I remember. I feel like there was more, but the next thing I remember is waking up.
Except it wasn't really waking up, I was still in the dream. But I only know that now. At the time I 100% thought I was awake, which is why this next bit freaked the fuck out of me.
So I'm in my dorm again, and my roommate's awake and I'm telling her about the dream I had. I don't get past "Right, so we're in our dorm but it's not really our dorm and the door leads outside--" when my phone rings. I probably should have guessed that it was a dream by now, because the phone was actually inside the microwave, now that I think of it. Attached to the inside of the microwave, what.
Anyway. I pick up the phone and it's my mom. She sounds happy to hear me pick up, all "Oh thank god you're okay," and it's this really weird tone, like she's relieved but...casually? Like she wasn't completely concerned, but she's still really enthusiastically happy to hear I'm alive. idk. Anyway I pick up the weirdness and I'm like "Yeah, I'm okay, but...what about you?"
And then she starts to say something, but it's cut off by horrible horrible screaming and what sounds like the house being torn apart and I can't even remember what exactly the noise sounded like right now but I really, really don't want to.
The noise goes on for a while, and then it stops, and I call for my mom a few times, waiting for her to say it was a joke, or that she's fine, or anything, but there's no response. I completely freak out and vaguely wonder if I'm in a dream again but I'm definitely not, right? I already woke up, I can't be. So I just freak out some more and that's all I remember, because then I woke up for real.
I kind of just...sat here for a while when I woke up, freaking out and wondering if I've woken up yet and counting my fingers to make sure. (I'm so going to get back in that habit, oh my god, I am lucid dreaming my way out of that shit if it happens again)
...The weirdest part, though? Apparently the last I tweeted was an hour before I woke up, so all this happened within at least the last half an hour, because I take a little while to fall asleep.
I was pretty sure you don't hit REM until like, a few hours into being asleep.
...SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME I'M WRONG BEFORE I START FREAKING OUT EVEN MORE .___________________. I want to go back to sleep and actually get some rest but I'm scared now.
I guess my brain decided it's been a while since I did a dream log?
So the first thing I remember is my roommate and I in some bizarre combination of our dorm and the downstairs library, but the door led to the outside. We were just chatting and doing...idk normal things, when she leaves, and this woman in her fifties comes in as she opens the door. She kind of just stands in the doorway and says she has to talk to me, and I'm like "Yeah, okay." The outside world beyond the door is sort of dark, I think it was night, but it looked a bit like buildings were on fire and I vaguely remember riot noises. Apparently dream-self didn't notice this.
The woman looks at me all solemn and says that she's very sorry and that I shouldn't be angry with her, which makes me start to freak out, because she's using the kind of tone that probably means one of my parents is dead or something. I remember babbling about something, and the woman tries to explain, but she never gets a chance because that's all I remember. I feel like there was more, but the next thing I remember is waking up.
Except it wasn't really waking up, I was still in the dream. But I only know that now. At the time I 100% thought I was awake, which is why this next bit freaked the fuck out of me.
So I'm in my dorm again, and my roommate's awake and I'm telling her about the dream I had. I don't get past "Right, so we're in our dorm but it's not really our dorm and the door leads outside--" when my phone rings. I probably should have guessed that it was a dream by now, because the phone was actually inside the microwave, now that I think of it. Attached to the inside of the microwave, what.
Anyway. I pick up the phone and it's my mom. She sounds happy to hear me pick up, all "Oh thank god you're okay," and it's this really weird tone, like she's relieved but...casually? Like she wasn't completely concerned, but she's still really enthusiastically happy to hear I'm alive. idk. Anyway I pick up the weirdness and I'm like "Yeah, I'm okay, but...what about you?"
And then she starts to say something, but it's cut off by horrible horrible screaming and what sounds like the house being torn apart and I can't even remember what exactly the noise sounded like right now but I really, really don't want to.
The noise goes on for a while, and then it stops, and I call for my mom a few times, waiting for her to say it was a joke, or that she's fine, or anything, but there's no response. I completely freak out and vaguely wonder if I'm in a dream again but I'm definitely not, right? I already woke up, I can't be. So I just freak out some more and that's all I remember, because then I woke up for real.
I kind of just...sat here for a while when I woke up, freaking out and wondering if I've woken up yet and counting my fingers to make sure. (I'm so going to get back in that habit, oh my god, I am lucid dreaming my way out of that shit if it happens again)
...The weirdest part, though? Apparently the last I tweeted was an hour before I woke up, so all this happened within at least the last half an hour, because I take a little while to fall asleep.
I was pretty sure you don't hit REM until like, a few hours into being asleep.
...SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME I'M WRONG BEFORE I START FREAKING OUT EVEN MORE .___________________. I want to go back to sleep and actually get some rest but I'm scared now.