nightmare

My dreams have been gross and painful to record lately, and there's no sign of it stopping, so I might as well write about it. Of course, if you're reading this, the reason it's public is because it's just embarrassing, not something that would actually be bad to share.

I was with my parents. I can't remember what we were doing. We stopped at the pagoda, Pra Pathom Chedi. I walked away from them, stopped, walked to where they were.

I was browsing on my Discord group at some point, difficult to tell if it was a false awakening or not. I haven't been remembering to do reality checks lately. There was some drama and shocking things going on.

I woke up in a completely unfamiliar apartment, next to my internet friends, yet I seem to talk to him through Discord. We cuddled while I discussed my earlier dream. He mentioned that he heard of one of the fucked up things I listed. I can't exactly remember but it was a website called "Corpse Forest", it films porn done on top of mounds of dead bodies found in a forest that people go to suicide.

I woke up. I lapsed back into sleep while trying to do my reality checks, and they tested negative. Then I truly woke up, so that was worrying. I did my reality checks several times to make sure I really am awake this time.

I was in a high school, investigating the various paranormal objects that show up there. I found a creepy Japanese-looking doll in a kimono, which legends say will turn into someone's true love if you perform a ritual and did not look at it. I did so, and in the last part I had to count to ten as the doll transformed and I was filled with fear. It became somebody I knew who was a bit confused.

Later I was at an art teacher's workshop, and he apparently had another paranormal object.

I have been having a hard time recalling dreams, but this one shocked me, it was a semi-nightmare, I suppose. Now that I recalled it, it is pretty stupid now.

I'm in the computer class, and the teacher was being butthurt about me not handing it the first assignment from the last term (which doesn't exist IRL by the way) and was getting on my case all the time. For some reasons everyone in the room were from my previous school, but the room itself is something I have never seen before, and the teacher is a New Zealander who speak Thai with perfect fluency. I got him a paper and asked him to get the topic for me, but he started writing up a transfer note (AKA kicking me out of class) instead. I was distressed by this and started sobbing and bowing at his feet while he acted like a smug bitch about it. Then I woke up.