Fell asleep for a total of 40 minutes. The first 10 min of the dreams, were good.
The last 30 minutes..
I've between sleep paralysis, and some massively fucked up creepy dreams. I didn't know if one of them actually had happened or not. I only realized it couldn't have happened, because it was winter. After I woke up, I heard my friends voice right next to me, in my bed, where my cat was. I was having a full conversation with them, being reassured the dream happened.
Then I finally fully woke up.
Shortly after falling back asleep from that, it was a re-visit from a dream I had about maybe a month ago. This dream, had to do with people from the future coming to the front door of our old house. They had some sort of problem and needed our help. So, I went to turn the lights on and let them inside. I got to the lights, but they wouldn't turn on. As I let them in and tried to shut to door, I heard the cracking of snow and branches to the right side, coming for the door. Not knowing who this was, I tried to shut the door quick and hard. A short alien-demon dark looking creature put it's hand between the door, preventing me from shutting it. Then 2 or 3 more of them appeared trying to force their way in.
I finally convinced myself to wake up, but as I did that, still in a sleep paralysis state of mind, one of those creatures basically stayed with me, came from my dream, and into my room. I kept trying to swat it away with my hand, but it wouldn't leave me alone.
I could still see it's shadow when I sat up in my bed.
I was on a Rollercoaster ride, when my water bottle flew out from my backpack. I was using Kate's phone because mine got stolen. My ex was texting me on Kate's phone, and said to me, "I'm nutting in this new bitch, I mean, I guess you can call her my girlfriend."
After I ignored his message, I was fucking some chick with black hair in my grandmother's shower. Out of the blue, she kept trying to cut herself, and me with a razor. She told me she wanted me to join her on the dead side, but I told her I wouldn't even get back in the shower until she put it away. Just then, my grandmother walked in. She felt bad walking in on me, but did so because she heard fighting. She thought I was just in the shower, alone. She then saw the reflection of the dead woman (The chick I was fucking, didn't know she was a ghost.) in the mirror, freaked out and ran.
I was on a cruise ship, everyone went to the bathroom. I was trying to stay with the luggage, so my friend didn't lose her phone. The ship hit horrible waves, flipped back and forth. I almost drowned, but the water all cleared, this all happened while everyone was still in the bathroom. I started people watching while I waited.
There was an obese man walking his dog, in a casino. The dog couldn't walk properly, because it was older, and larger than the man was. Then some person in an Aladdin outfit was riding on a Llama, the llama was licking its balls. Shortly after, some weird ass music like from a children's school play started up.
I, and the ship were now under water. I was now Tommy Pickles, and hiding in a little basket at the top of the ship, after it fell off trees, and into the water. Hippos were jumping from the ocean, poison snakes swimming by, giant octopus trying to get me in my little secure basket, which I felt safe in. Then heard a "Grab my hand, I'll save you!" and it was child Tarzan.
Woke up very confused.
There was a lady named "Beth", who had a hatchet. I can't remember the reason. She saved her grandfather, along with someone else. She ended up having dementia of some sort. I fell asleep in that dream, and saw her grandfather. He told me, "Show her the picture of her and the hatchet. I told her you, need to remember". I woke up from that dream, back into the original dream. I walked over to Beth, and told her "He told me to show you this picture from 2000 with this hatchet, and you'd remember it". Then she started remembering what happened, I told her he and everyone is alive and safe because of her. All of a sudden, she turned black as ash as if she died in a fire, then died in my arms.
I woke up taking a sharp breath
I was in my own bed, but someone was next to me. He was saying "his kind" can be seen, you just have to see them a certain way. Like, I could picture this person, but if I opened my eyes I would have fully woken up, and gotten lost from the dream. So he tried telling me how to do it. When I opened my eyes, I saw an arm (It was my pillow I was cuddling, in my dream I was cuddling this person.) I opened my eyes too fast, and while I was waking up I said it didn't work. In my head I heard him say, "almost".
I was having an intense ass dream of some dude bringing people to his basement and slowly killing them/feeding to some monster. Then I walked in, letting the monster share my body with me. I would then take form of victims, and lure their friends down to feed the monster, because they killed his family.
I was looking through the eyes of someone else, and as they get killed I leave their body, take the form of someone else, and watch it happen next to them. Then I was caught watching by others, I just threw up my hands, and told them all to chill out. I'm not there to stop them, I'm just there to observe everything.
Like, there was no saving this person. The house was big, walls and doors were white but had no lights, aside from phone light. Spiders and flies were all over the walls and doors, the girl was maybe 17/18. There was a photo of her in a (cheerleading?) outfit, looked like a senior photo. She had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, the school colors were yellow and blue, she was killed in a bathroom that had a shower and a tub. When you walked into the bathroom, the door opened to the right which is where the shower was. The tub was against the back wall, sink and toilet were on the left. It was dirty looking, located in a basement. There were lots of types of shampoo, for men/women, but no conditioner. There was a pink razor, with rust on it. Tube of toothpaste was on the ground under the sink, probably due to the struggle.
It's a combination of I felt like I witnessed a murder from another dimension, because the monsters were literally out of this world looking. Made me feel that I had just left my body, and started looking through someone else view, maybe it happened already, maybe it's going to happen, maybe it was happening in a different dimension, but at the same time.
You know when you walk by a mirror or dark room and feel uneasy, as if you had just seen something? Well, I felt in that situation, as if someone had just seen me as a ghost temporarily, then I was just gone. Same feeling, opposite side.
The monster could have just been a person's face I can't see clearly, so my dream transforms it.
But, there was an old dude with glasses, and a half balding head (looked like a professor) who was leading her through these doors. Like a photographer (he had a camera) so could have been some sketchy photo shoot.
So I had this dream I had gone back in time. I buried a cup with my name, and date on it to be found when my dad told me to "not forget to unbury something". Randomly one day, it was 7/2/92 (I believe, which I was born in 92, but I was 6 in my dream.) I was trying to explain to everyone I wasn't crazy, and trying to explain how I knew things and what was going to happen and when. I also was trying not to alter time, and fuck the world up.
I had a meeting with Trump, who pulled me aside to tell me I need to not talk about it too much, because people will be after me. Was also informed that I also wouldn't make it to VA, because people would find out who I am. He brought me to show me something. He pushed open some walls, and brought me around this wicked secret room area. Different walls would open if we pushed them. (All the walls were a different secret room) One was showing what I was doing before, he was wondering how I figured out how to time travel, and how I knew things. I was honest, and just told him I learned to control things from sleeping.
I opened one door because I heard my dog walk by the wall, and I saw 6yr old me, laying next to my sister. We were having a "sleepover party", but it was in my old bedroom. I literally saw my young self and young sister, in my old Pocahontas blanket, with my tie-dye wallpaper, blue painted room, laying on the ground asleep.
Big me and little me made eye contact. I saw my parents super young, and super exhausted talking to us about there are no monsters in the closet. Which young me and young sister, they heard big me open the closet door once.
So the young versions called my parents in, my cat Puffin was laying on the blanket we were using. My mom was in a large grey shirt, with pink soft slippers. My dad was in PJ's like "Don't Wake Daddy" the game.
When they left, I called my young self to come back over and I gave her a stuffed animal that she had lost the day before in the park, but it was me who had followed and taken it so I knew where to find it all those years ahead. I gave it to her, she was wicked excited, my sister didn't remember anything because the box fan at the bottom of the blanket was blocking her view from me.
In that short middle time, my aunt was talking about a pool party. But I was still re-growing up so I didn't have a license. I was asking 2 of my older cousins, to find out whenever the pool party was. They said 11pm Wednesday, but I could no longer drive from being young again (now 13). I had to grow up a 2nd time, to talk to my younger self from my closet. (the 3rd me) and my cousins were confused why l couldn't go out, because I was in 2 different worlds of myself at once. They somehow accidentally intertwined at some point.
Then I was venting to someone about how I want to go back in time. I didn't realize how miserable and exhausted my parents were from me, and I wanted to tell my younger self not to make stupid decisions. Just because I saw how hard I was on my parents growing up, through my teen years especially. I didn't want them to have to deal with me and my fuck ups again.
The first room I was brought in (before the young me situation and all the rest) there was a guy fake-sleeping in the corner. The person who brought me in the room, had to 'kill this man in cold blood', because if they didn't, it'd ruin the secrets of where we were. So they took the blame, and then were marked with "green or purple". These marks were to decide their fate by the rest of those 'high up' in knowing about dreams, and time traveling.
They had themselves marked for death to help me, and show me the truth.
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