Basically I am lying in my bed in my room, suddenly my phone rings and wakes me up, I can see the screen light up through the thin sheet, a melody begins to play, I remember that in real life my ringtone is different (didn't change it for a couple of years), I realize I am in a dream, I realize it's going to happen again, I begin to shake my own body and pinching myself with hopes of waking up, I can't move, I see a little girls face down a little further from my feet, white as a wall, black hair, just with a terrifying terrifying feeling to her, as if she's the representation of death and everything wrong in this world.
She begins to slowly crawl upwards, I try to scream only to have my mouth stuck just like in the interrogation of Neo, I think I am probably making crazy sounds in real life, I have already accepted my fate at this point, the best analogy I can think of is giving blood, you know it's going to be unpleasant but you accept it, even though it's the most unpleasant feeling I can experience in the dream, I show her my middle finger, even though I can't raise my hand (pretty funny in retrospect) and just smile while and have her crawl over me and leave me in utter darkness. It's somewhat funny looking back but at the moment and even now I am still fucking terrified of that dream.
It has been reoccuring lately, I always get the same subconcious feeling as if I am not the stimuli but it is external, as if somewhere somehow, in a military base people put me into a provoking situation from a distance, using an electric device perhaps, so during the whole thing I am accompanied by a strong "get out of my mind" feeling.
