nightmare

Another scary dream last night... but it's almost 9PM, so I forgot most of it.

Basically, I had a creepy stalker. He'd follow me around and act like I belonged to him. He was super tall and strong, while I'm a hobbit, so I kept trying to run away. He'd always find me, though.

Simply awful.

I had a pretty scary dream last night.

I was living in a weird place. Kinda like a bunker city? Anyway, everything was connected through corridors and elevators and stairs and it was all indoors.

So I was having lunch and this guy joined me. I had met him before and I had run away from him cause he was extremely religious and had tried to convert me. I played it cool, joking about the fact that he had freaked me out. He agreed that it had been funny, but then started saying things like "but now you've seen the light, right?" and soon he was going on and on about his weird religion.

I had to agree, cause the whole thing had gotten quite popular and people who didn't believe in those things were getting arrested for weird, senseless crimes and then simply disappearing.

So after lunch, I went to the classroom, cause? Anyway, I sat down and realised that the teacher wasn't there. There was a dude, he was between 40 and 50. He was tall and he carried himself with a lot of confidence. He was charismatic, not in a nice, friendly way. He was just very... everybody just had to look at him and listen to him.

So he started talking about how our society works and the rules and it was all so stupid. We basically had no rights and we were supposed to be happy about it. And everybody was happy. Then, he looked at me and said that we had met before, but I always refused to play a game with him. I laughed it off and tried my best to be as dumb as everybody else.

I had two friends close to me and they were both disgusted by the man. When the day was almost over, he said something to me and I decided that enough was enough. I used the opportunity to stand up and start shouting at everybody that the whole thing was a mess and that they couldn't be happy with all that crap. I told them we had to fight for our rights. The guy hit me, but I carried on.

I think a few people really listened to me. Some of them weren't buying the crap anyway, but at least they now knew they could trust me.

It was a mess, though. I woke up soon after this, but it was scary how people simply decided to act like everything was okay.

I blame this to the fact that I read 1984 a few days ago.

The good news: I HAD TWO LUCID DREAMS!!!

The bad news: I wasted them both.

It was all very confusing.

I was at this family party thingy. My aunt arrived and sat down at the table. My grandma was like "your aunt thinks everybody hates her". People around us went a bit "well, nobody LOOOOVES her", so I felt a bit bad and decided to go over there and say hi to her.

When I got there, I tried my best to be pleasant, but I messed it up and went all "hey, aunt X, how are you!? I'm glad you're here for the party! Why didn't you say hi to us when you arrived?" and she didn't take that very well, so she said she'd curse us all and left.

I wanted to go after her to apologise, but everyone was reacting to her words. I couldn't see anything very well, it was like my eyes were partially closed and I couldn't and I couldn't focus the little that I could see.

This is when I realised I was obviously dreaming. This type of thing only happens in dreams. However, I was sure I was about to wake up, since that always happens when I can't focus my eyes in dreams. So basically it went:

Me: I'm dreaming, obviously! I'll wake up now, though.
Me:
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Me: ...uhm...?
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Me: I guess I was wrong! Okay, this lucid dream is here to stay! Now what should I--

I woke up.

I fell asleep again and I was back to a family gathering. My cousin, my aunt's daughter, was extremely sad. I learnt that my aunt had killed herself, blaming us all for her suicide. I wanted to comfort my cousin, but she didn't want to leave the place. She said her mother was at the elevator. I told her that it was impossible and I went there myself to prove her wrong.

When I got to the elevator, my aunt's "spirit" was haunting it. She laughed maniacally and I flew against the walls of the elevator. I couldn't protect myself against my aunt, so I started praying to God. Somehow, that worked and I was able to get off the elevator, but I was still very confused by the whole thing.

Once again, the whole "I can't focus my eyes" thing happened. I was relieved to find out it had been one bad dream. I took a deep breath and decided what I wanted to do with the dream.

And I woke up again.

Except that I didn't. It was a FA. I "woke up" and I was terrified about the whole thing. I got off "my bed" and I found myself at this weird shop. It was like someone's attic, but full of clothes. My mum told me I could wear something, but I told her I couldn't. I told her that, in my dream, I had promised God I'd be different if he protected me. I felt like he had done it, so I was now under the obligation to keep my promise.

My mum was weary of that - we're not a religious family AT ALL - so we were leaving that place when I ran into my cousin. She was sad about her mother's death - which apparently really had happened, and not just in my dream's dream - and she looked sick.

We tried to help her and we found out her arms and her torso were all cut. There were old scars, from both cutting and burning. It was all very sick and I understood that my aunt had made my cousin do all that from an early age. And now, even though her mother was dead, she couldn't stop doing it. She was also very lost.

We kept trying to get her to open up to us, but it wasn't going very well. I ended up going to this weird house. The dude who lived there asked me for my help and I agreed to help him. Then, my cousin and her brother - also my cousin - arrived there. The first thing they did when they got there was to smile at each other. They said they could feel my aunt's spirit there.

It didn't make me feel good, but I shrugged it off. The dude told us he needed help to hide a body. That was when I realised he was covered in blood, and it wasn't his. I guess my promise to God didn't forbid me from hiding dead bodies, so I went for it. There were people outside trying to see us, they didn't know anybody was inside the house. So I got nervous they'd see me, but I woke up.

*sigh* Last night was pretty intense... while I've had (MUCH) worse nightmares, I woke up really scared.

So I was running around what seemed to be an abandoned neighbourhood. I was extremely paranoid, was really sure someone was following me. Finally, I saw this house that was familiar to me. I entered it. The windows were huge (in fact, most of the walls were made of glass), so I kept throwing myself on the floor and behind tables and sofas just so that I could "hide". I wasn't really me, though. I was two people: a guy, who was all by himself; and a girl, who lived at that house and wanted to find her brother. I kept changing, sometimes I was him, sometimes I was her. Somehow, that made sense.

While I was there, I kept getting my "stuff" ready: taking food, clothes and whatever else I could find that seemed important, like a first-aid kit, knives, bats and shovels to protect myself... then, I saw a group of "things" outside and hid. I was the guy, then, and suddenly I was a leader of my own group, who were all in the living room with me and hiding too. The "things" outside were supposed to be zombies, I think. But they were very much alive, they could talk and everything.

While we were all hiding, the door opened and we all just froze. But it was the girl's brother. I was happy, even though by then I was just the guy and was no longer the girl too. So we all got together and realised we had to move. So we left the living room and the house turned into some sort of museum. And we could hear the "creatures" behind us. And then they were also in front of us. We were at this very weird, small corridor. It was actually a vertical corridor, separating two rooms. We shut the doors and started freaking out, since we couldn't go back, couldn't go forward and they'd find us sooner rather than later.

There was a window really high, so we decided to climb up and run away through it. I went first, as the leader. As I opened the window, I could hear a meeting of the creatures. They were kind of having a cult. I realised we were right next to a building of theirs and they had soldiers around the whole perimeter. One of them saw me and offered me a chance to join their cult and be one of them.

I let myself fall on my back and told myself "I give up. There's no point in living anymore and I want to die now". I never fell on the floor, my body was floating, but moving backwards, and I was followed but nothing but whiteness. I felt light and I knew I had died.

I woke up scared as hell. This was NOT even that scary, considering the dreams I usually have, but... for some reason, I woke up completely freaked out. It took me almost an hour to fall asleep again because my heart was racing.

I fell asleep again and now I was in this weird... place. It was like a city, I think. Everything was destroyed. There were people starving on the streets. I had a friend with me (no idea who he was, but I trusted him) and we knew we had to go to another place. We found my car. We got in really fast, but there wasn't enough fuel inside of it. Two guys showed up and told us they could help us. We didn't want to talk to them, but they kept trying, telling us we could use the electric part of the car to make it work. Which makes no sense. However, in the dream, it totally worked. So, the only thing they asked in return was for us to take them with us, because one of the guys was looking for his daughter. He was old already, so his daughter was already an adult, but he hadn't seen her ever since she was a child. Since my friend and I didn't have a destination, we just wanted to get the hell out of there, we accepted it.

After a while, I was walking on my own. No idea how that happened. I found lots of dead people everywhere, they looked terrible. As if something had eaten their skin from inside. There was a lot of blood too, as if they had pissed and pooped all of their blood. One of them was the guy's daughter, I was sure of it. As I looked around, I learnt (no idea how) that she had gotten sick and died in nine days. For some reason, I knew the guy was sick too, so I had to find him because I knew he had very little time.

As I was running, I ended up in another town. It was a crazy place. There were lots of buildings where navy people would stay for a couple of days and everybody was there for either sex or drugs (or both). I kept looking for the old man to tell him about his daughter. A woman stopped me and told me I could leave my backpack at her place. I think she was a prostitute, but she wasn't trying to seduce me or anything, she was honestly being nice. So I thanked her and left my things with her.

I got at the end of the "avenue" (on one side of it, there were only buildings; on the other, it was the ocean) and I knew I wasn't supposed to be there, but I saw my friend keep going, so I did the same and it was fine. But then, I entered another type of museum. There were bathrooms there, but they were kinda in the open. Still, I had to pee, so I went there. I sat down and put my hand in front of me, so that the guard couldn't see that I didn't have a penis. He was suspicious of me and wanted me to leave immediately. I got up fast and left. I went out again and the old man was too sick and dying.

Woke up, fell asleep again. Fragments:

I had to run away and I was in my car. I kept driving around cause I was a bit lost. I found my family. My dad wanted to drive the car even though I was the one driving. I got mad. There was also some weird stuff about a field on fire.

I was at this apartment that I dream about all the time. It looks a lot like my grandma's. My parents were there and we had to go fast because... I dunno, random emergency. It was serious and we had to run away. So I was packing my stuff. My dad showed up and he was like "we gotta go, I'll take your backpack already" and I freaked out cause I still had more clothes to take with me. I told him to take that one and I'd be there soon. My dad said okay and left. My mum found me and started complaining about the clothes I was taking with me. I told her it was the apocalypse, not a fashion show, and I just wanted to be comfortable. She was still complaining.

And that was it.

This was quite a long dream and I've been up for five hours, so I might not remember everything.

First, I was walking, just hanging out, really. It looked a little like a nice square, there were trees and benches. Suddenly, those two guys show up and start making fun of me for identifying as male. I ignore them, but they decide that they should "make me feel like a woman" and they try to rape me.

I start shouting for people to help me and the guys (there were two of them) laugh at me. They say "look at them. They won't do anything to help you." I look around and there are lots of people, just standing there and gaping at us. Whenever I look at them, they look away, but nobody walks away. They don't help either. They really just stand there.

I beat them up and some guy who seems to be my friend shows up and helps me. The guys look at us and say that "this isn't over" and they run away. I thank my friend and he says we have other things to do.

I wake up. Fall asleep again.

I'm at this weird kitchen-like room. My friend still is with me. He tells me we must get my dad to help us. He opens the freezer and says "you can come now" and two guys come out of it. The freezer seemed like Mad-Eye Moody's suitcase, with a hidden, huge compartment... except that it was cold there.

One of the guys doesn't have legs or something like that, he uses some... stuff to help him walk. He is, apparently... my father. He looks nothing like my father, in fact, he looks like Cliegg Lars from Star Wars II. Anyway, he tells me not to worry about those guys. They will all help me.

I wake up again. Fall asleep.

I'm back to that square place, but it's raining. I'm looking for my parents and I know they're there. I see my dog and he's trying to hide under some plants. I puck him up to protect him from the rain. I find my parents (my mother is really my mother and my dad is also my dad, but, even though he can walk just fine, he's still wearing the weird stuff).

The guys show up again, but this time they look different. I give my dog to my mother and tell them to go away. I tell one of the guys they shouldn't have messed with me and I start beating him up. As much as I punch him in the face, it's like he's an alien and can't be killed.

Until I tear his head off. Then I start tearing everything off. His body limbs that I'm holding stop looking like body limbs and turn into... machine pieces, I guess. Once I'm done destroying him, I burn it all.

I wake up. Back to the dream AGAIN.

I'm in a building, it looks a commercial building. Maybe a really big office. We're looking for the other guy. We know he has more friends. In fact, we know he has an "army". As we are walking around, we can hear them, as if they were very far away. I turn to the security guard with us and tell him they're in the vents. He's like "no way!" but then I just glare at him and he agrees that we can go looking for them.

He uses his phone thingy to ask for tools. I tell him to also ask for more people, cause when find them, we'll probably have to fight. He says that he'll only call for help when we find them. I find that super weird, because... what were we supposed to do? "AHA WE FOUND YOU!!! Now hold on a second and wait while we get our allies here, just a couple minutes, okay?"

I take my phone and send a message to some of my friends, telling them to let others know that we need help and also asking them to come. In the meantime, the security guard is opening the vents. One of the people helping him is Britney Spears. I say hi to her and it's a grim exchange. It's really early and it's a bit dark outside, looks like it's been raining all night. I out my hand on her shoulder and go "...hey, Britney..." and she turns to me and goes "...hi..." and we're both sad. I should mention that in this part of my dream, I'm a guy.

The security guard comes back from the vents and says he found them. And then he starts laughing like a crazy man. Fortunately, we have a group of people there already. The main guy comes out of it and I start punching him. I throw him out of the window, but he holds on to it. I start opening and closing the window, trying to break his fingers. After MANY attempts, he finally lets go. He falls on a lower tower or something of the building. I go after him.

I wake up for good.

A small dream, just to keep practising, otherwise I kinda abandon my DJ and I don't want to do that again. First, I was at home (not my real home). I opened the bathroom door and my cousin and another girl were there. My cousin is like twelve. They were both wearing towels and having a bitch contest. It was like a TV show, though, cause I remember thinking "my cousin plays her character well".

Then, I left the bathroom/stopped watching the TV show and went to my bedroom. While I was there, my mum entered the room and went to check the computer. She gasped and I went there to see why. She was seeing her profile on a social network site (it wasn't a real site... just something my mind made up), which should've been weird to me, since she hates social networks and refuses to be part of any, but in my dream I accepted it.

I read the message someone had sent to her and it was a threat, saying that if she didn't stop giving her students low grades (she's a Psychology professor), they'd kill her. And then there was a number, 101.

She turned to me and said "look, this profile has a friend in common with me." The friend in common was a student of hers and she said that he had told her that professors sometimes would get those messages, but to only take them seriously if the number was 181.

So she said we shouldn't worry, when some guys outside started washing the windows from the outside (which is fucking weird, but it was normal in my dream), but I saw the username of the guy on the window as the water fell on it. I poked my mum and as the guys cleaning the windows threw water on them, we saw lots of messages, saying "so this is where your kid sleeps, huh?" and "I'm always here. I'm everywhere." and "I'll kill you." It was super scary, and suddenly it got really dark, like it was night. My mum told me to turn on the lights and right when I touched the switch, I opened my eyes in real life (and it was bright because I slept with the window open).

It was creepy.

I was in a library with my cousin and a guy from the building where I used to live. We all kinda grew up together, although I kinda of drifted apart when I was about 13 or 14 (I'm 22 now and I've known the people in the building since I was around 8) while my cousin remained really close friends with all of them.

Anyway, I remember trying to look at the guy, but I couldn't see him clearly because I was not wearing my glasses. It looked like he was pointing something at me, so I jumped to the floor... right before he fired a gun at me. My cousin (who's really tall and pretty strong - the guy is also tall, but not strong - I'm a hobbit) tackled the guy, got up and he had this kind of stake on his hand, but it was bigger than a stake. Anyway, he hit the guy with it and then he sunk the stake on the floor, but also the guy's t-shirt, so that'd be stuck there.

I told my cousin that it'd have been better to have stabbed the dude than his t-shirt, but my cousin looked super sad about having to beat the guy. Then, he told me that the guy was on drugs and that he even had put cocaine on his eyes. I told him he'd get blind because of that, my cousin got even sadder, so I told him that I didn't mean that.

The guy was still moving, so we decided to run. There were many stairs and I always jump down stairs in my dreams... so that's what I did. When I got to the last floor, it was a lobby and there was a bit of a line to get out through the revolving door. I saw a character from One Tree Hill sitting on the floor (I had a OTH marathon very recently), so I joined him. We were friends in my dream, so we left the building together.

He took me to this dining place, it was really cheap, but I think there was tasty food. I remember being happy with what we got. Then, we went to the mall and there were two more people with us. As we were walking, I made a wrong turn and ended up at a blank wall where I thought there was a corridor. I thought "oh, I always do this at this mall, damn!" I often have dreams where I'm at a mall, so maybe I'd been there before? I don't remember, but it's possible.

The four of us were walking around, having fun and laughing, then suddenly, the mall changed. It was still the same mall, but the stores had changed places and the corridors had also moved. I looked back to my friends and there was only one person there, he seemed confused too.

I looked around, looked back at him and said "This is a dream. But there's something wrong with it. Something is corrupting the dream." This friend of mine (I don't know him in real life and, from what I can remember of his face, which is very little, I think that he looked like me) was still freaking out, he wanted to know what was going on. He believed me that it was a dream, but he wanted to know why it had changed so abruptly.

Then, this other person showed up, I think it was a girl, but can't be sure... and I also think that she looked like me. She pointed at this wall where there was a curtain, she opened the curtain and there was a huge tv screen on the wall. I couldn't see clearly what was there, but it was paused and the screen was blue. There was stuff written there, but I couldn't read it, I was too far from it. Anyway, this girl said "There. You have to watch this. The dream changed because he wanted to give you this message." and then I woke up.

It was VERY creepy and I woke up with my heart beating super fast.

It was a very upsetting nightmare where I was trapped in a building with some people. There were other people chasing us and they had people who looked like us trying to trick us. I really hated it, so I'm not going to write more about it.

I had too many dreams last night, so I can't remember everything...

The first one, I was in the kitchen. I know I was talking to some friends and they were scared because it was too dark. I'm afraid of the dark, which means I was terrified. I decided to turn on the lights, but they were either weak or not working. I managed to get a bit of light there anyway, so I went back to doing the dishes (even though I hadn't been doing them before). A glass was haunted, but I told my friends all we had to do was wash it. It didn't work, so I went with my second best idea... I threw it on the floor. A dark mist came out of it and it attacked me. I sort of had sleep paraysis in the dream, as if not moving was because of the ghost/spirit/whatever it was.

My other dream, I was following McGonagall around Hogwarts. Hogwarts turned into a mall, I kept following her, she was ignoring me. For some reason, I was hitting on her, even though she is older than my grandmother. I got tired of being ignored and decided to look for a bathroom. I ran into this little girl who used to be on TV, she wad telling people to go to a bookstore. I didn't go in, but I smiled at her, waved and said hi. As I kept walking, I heard he saying how happy she was that I had been nice, because people were all treating her terribly. I found the bathroom, one stall was filthy, the second one was dirty, but I thought I could use it. Then I noticed it didn't have any paper, so I left, cursing the bathroom, and woke up.

The third dream, I was in a sort of hotel. I saw Lily Evans and I asked her out. She really didn't like me, but she decided to give me a chance. I was happy and went to my bed supef happy. I was sharing a room with some boys who were my friends, but I didn't want to talk to them, so I kinda ran away from them. Then I fell asleepand woke up with a letter from Lily, telling me that we were going to meet in thirty minutes. I got up and started to get ready, but then my father showed up. He was VERY mad and shouting a lot because I had made too much noise. He kept telling me I'd be sorry for waking him up at five am and that sleeping was too important.

My last dream, I was driving and I think I was going to the doctor. I parked the car and then I went inside a building, there was an LGBT party going on. I found people from my city and hoped to get a ride back home with them (even though I had driven there). Then some people invaded our party and I think they were going to hit us or kill us. Either way, three people jumped through the window and one of them died, so I gave up in that. Then I hid in a cabinet and planned on leaving once they weren't there anymore.

That's all I can remember...