Hey everyone, long time lurker here. Recently I've been having lots of dreams in which I loose my sanity. They are extremely vivid and are quite disturbing, especially when I am thinking of them after awakening. It should be noted that I have been under a lot of stress lately, mainly due to school and relationship issues.

Do any of you have any knowledge of why dreams like this occur?

Here is my latest journal entry, which is rather lengthy.

The earliest I can remember, my girlfriend (I will refer to her as "B") and I were at a venue in Durham for a Gardens & Villa concert. While we were there, B thought this girl looked cool or something so she went to go take pictures with her. She stayed there for a very long time, and I was all alone. I had my guitar with me and was playing along to all the songs unplugged. A guy complimented me on my lick at the end of one of the songs.

The show went into intermission and B finally came back over to me. She was acting really weird and loopy and then took her shirt off. Her whole chest was painted. I told her she would get arrested for having her shirt off in public and she ignored me. I then reminded her of how much trouble she would be in if she was arrested. Employees and parents in the club started yelling at us so we ran outside. Some random guy told us to follow him and started running. He was running into sketchy back alleys and I didn't trust him, so I led B in a different direction. The guy started running after us until we ran by a cop, which made him run away. The cop got out and arrested B for public nudity, and drove off with her in the back seat. I had no idea what to do so I went back to the music venue.

When I got in, an employee took my guitar, disassembled it, put it on the wall with a price tag of $350 and my name on it, like the guitar was for sale or something. I don't know how she knew my name. The band had left and it was somewhat empty in there. It had turned into more of a guitar shop setting and I was concerned about why they thought that they could just take my guitar and sell it without asking me. I was asking the guy behind the counter about it and when I went back to get my guitar off the wall, it wasn't there. I started yelling at the employees thinking that it was some plot to steal my guitar and that they need to give it back to me. After a long time yelling, I looked at the wall again, and the guitar was there. I started feeling like in was psychotic.

My friend, "D", was there smoking two cigarettes and he gave me one. When I tried to take it outside he warned me about cops for some reason. As soon as I took it outside, a cop walked up, so I quickly ran back inside and put it out in the sink. The cop stood outside the door and sent in a giant security guy who looked like a bouncer. He was carrying a box and somehow looked evil. He went upstairs (the guitar shop was now shaped exactly like my house for some reason) and I began to get extremely paranoid that he was carrying a bomb. I hid in the bathroom with the employees, and felt really insane. I don't remember what happened.

After that, my friend, "M", came to pick me up. My brother, "N" was in the front seat, I was in the back left, a girl from school, "J" was next to me in the middle, and some random jock guy (J's boyfriend) was in the far right. I started talking to them about what happened with B and we thought that she had done molly with those girls she was with. I called and asked her and she admitted to that. I didn't know why she would just leave me to go do drugs with random people at a concert.

Then, J got on top of her boyfriend and started making out with him. She kept opening her eyes and looking at me while she did it, which I thought was really weird. After a few minutes of that the guy leaned his back against me and J started giving him a blowjob. I was really uncomfortable with that happening in a car right next to me, especially because his back was leaning up against me.

We pulled up to my house and N went in. I stayed and talked for a few minutes before going up into the garage. When I got there, I looked in the fridge for drinks before going inside and by the time I turned back around, there was a man in the garage with a pitbull on a leash. Behind him, on the driveway, was a car full of people shouting encouragements to him.

I was surprisingly calm and asked him what he wanted. He made me go inside and held me hostage in the kitchen. If I did anything wrong, he could make the dog attack me. He was making me text people like my grandma, and ex girlfriends crude things. B started texting me, but I didn't reply because I was scared of the man. N came downstairs and the guy held him hostage too. He was across the counter from us, and N cleverly used a trash bag to strangle the guy somehow. Now, he was on the ground, but still alive.

I didn't know what to do and was panicking so I grabbed a knife and started stabbing him. I stabbed all over his chest and neck, but for some reason, he was still alive and trying to get up. I dropped the knife and he threw it at me, but missed. I ran back up and stabbed him again until he stopped resisting. Then I picked him up, and threw him down the front stairs, into the front lawn. I think he died from that.

As we were waiting for the cops to arrive, the car that had originally dropped him off pulled back up. N and I ran around to the backyard, because it was the only unlocked door for some reason. They had caught up to us, and I was trying to shut the door, but they kept prying it open before I could fully close it. N was spraying them with some sort of flame thrower he had, but it wasn't affecting them. This took me off guard, so I stopped trying to close the door.

At this point, they squirted water in my mouth. We all went outside, and the people seemed to be friendly. We started talking while we walked to the front of the house. By the time we got there, I felt a strangely familiar feeling. The onset of an LSD trip.

They had squirted water that had acid in it into my mouth. I suddenly felt waves of euphoria as the world around me transformed into the warm, vibrant, ecstatic, wavyness of a trip. I realized that N and the people from the car were also tripping. It felt incredible to be standing in the grass, soaking in the sun rays.

When I looked around me, most of the people were gone. The only person left from the car was a girl, sitting besides N. I asked her about what they were doing and why that guy had held us hostage. I can't remember what she said, but she told us that she had been in our house while were gone about ten times beforehand. This really creeped me out. I felt very psychotic. I was loosing my mind. Then I woke up.