eucalyptblaze

Had a dream that I was in a mental asylum in a padded cell (though strangely the room also had several windows). At first I had a metal fork in my hand and kept trying to find un-padded bits of the cell where I could violently stab it into, trying to bend the fork out of shape. Soon after, my brother kept appearing and plaguing me with painful psychedelic hallucinations of black and grey line patterns, but I wasn’t certain whether he was actually appearing or I was imagining him. Eventually my mum appeared and sorted it out somehow after I pleaded with her to bring him to justice after convincing her of the existence of his cruelties. I’m also not sure if this was also meant to be a real or imagined event.

In an especially horrible dream, I was living with with my Dad in the mountains. He had a newly born baby with him, who at one pivotal point fell over when it was left by itself on the steps outside my grandmother's house, and hit its head quite seriously on the hard surfaces, effectively killing it, but it wasn’t discovered for some days, allowing for some decomposition. When we discovered the baby’s corpse it had transformed into a magical object that allowed us to fully control time and space, however sometimes it would also transform into a small sharp-toothed dog and chase us around.