Wondering why I'm posting at 4:27 AM? Look at the title.
God, I hate the kind of nightmares I have. The problem with my nightmares is that I can't get out of them, even if I pinch myself and do certain things. This nightmares was especially bad...
So it started off pretty interesting with me in a TARDIS (a thing that can move through time and space- look it up). Me and this guy called the Doctor (it's all from Doctor Who :P) were going in this hallway and we missed this hand thing (when you put your hand there, it opens the door). I noticed, but I'm pretty sure we didn't go back for it. We had to jump over this thing and sneak past a room with aliens in it. Knowing my dreams, I had a feeling these aliens would do some kind of physical harm to me. I tried to get out of the dream, by shaking around and pinching myself.
Then, I was in my room, in bed. I wanted to get out this dream. I felt that turning on the lights would help, but there was always some kind of obstacle. Like I have this red bean bag thing... it went up really high and wouldn't let me pass. I couldn't get to the light switch, and reaching for my computer wouldn't work. I remember this blurry feeling in my head, not knowing if I was asleep or awake. The dream repeated itself with me restarting in bed, trying to get to the light switch, but being able to. Sometimes, I would feel half awake and be like, "I've got to feel fully awake!" but then that weird blurry feeling would take over, and the dream would restart again, with me in bed again. I couldn't get out my dream, and it was an awful feeling.
Why did I try to wake up every time, do you ask?
I was avoiding physical pain, which I knew was going to come somehow.
And the blurriness...it was so strange. Though I got minimal pain, that dream was terrible. It's because right before sleeping, I started thinking about the two-sentence creepy stories that my friend Miranda from Creative Chive told me a while ago. My last thoughts before falling asleep were just thoughts forcing the stories out of my mind. Thanks for telling me them, Miranda, I told you I was sensitive! :P
I just felt like sharing this experience, don't know why. The way I described it might make it not sound as bad as it was... but I was basically trapped in a world where I knew pain was going to come and I could not distinguish between being awake or being asleep.
Question of the Day: What was your worst nightmare?
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Toodle-oo!
God, I hate the kind of nightmares I have. The problem with my nightmares is that I can't get out of them, even if I pinch myself and do certain things. This nightmares was especially bad...
So it started off pretty interesting with me in a TARDIS (a thing that can move through time and space- look it up). Me and this guy called the Doctor (it's all from Doctor Who :P) were going in this hallway and we missed this hand thing (when you put your hand there, it opens the door). I noticed, but I'm pretty sure we didn't go back for it. We had to jump over this thing and sneak past a room with aliens in it. Knowing my dreams, I had a feeling these aliens would do some kind of physical harm to me. I tried to get out of the dream, by shaking around and pinching myself.
Then, I was in my room, in bed. I wanted to get out this dream. I felt that turning on the lights would help, but there was always some kind of obstacle. Like I have this red bean bag thing... it went up really high and wouldn't let me pass. I couldn't get to the light switch, and reaching for my computer wouldn't work. I remember this blurry feeling in my head, not knowing if I was asleep or awake. The dream repeated itself with me restarting in bed, trying to get to the light switch, but being able to. Sometimes, I would feel half awake and be like, "I've got to feel fully awake!" but then that weird blurry feeling would take over, and the dream would restart again, with me in bed again. I couldn't get out my dream, and it was an awful feeling.
Why did I try to wake up every time, do you ask?
I was avoiding physical pain, which I knew was going to come somehow.
And the blurriness...it was so strange. Though I got minimal pain, that dream was terrible. It's because right before sleeping, I started thinking about the two-sentence creepy stories that my friend Miranda from Creative Chive told me a while ago. My last thoughts before falling asleep were just thoughts forcing the stories out of my mind. Thanks for telling me them, Miranda, I told you I was sensitive! :P
I just felt like sharing this experience, don't know why. The way I described it might make it not sound as bad as it was... but I was basically trapped in a world where I knew pain was going to come and I could not distinguish between being awake or being asleep.
Question of the Day: What was your worst nightmare?
A view will make me happy, a comment will make my day, and an email would be just plain awesome!
Toodle-oo!