I had a really screwed up dream earlier, probably the closest thing I’ve had to a nightmare in a while.
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It was dark, night time or late evening. I Was going home with mum and we were outside the front door. Funnily enough, it wasn’t the front door of any house I’ve ever lived in, maybe what this house looks like in my dream-world? It was a house with houses attached on both sides, and no front garden, the world was really grey and dark, contrasty. Have you ever noticed that things in your dream-world are always very different to what they’re like in real life, but they’re always fairly consistent? At least for me they are anyway. Like in my dreams there’s a river and a train station near my old house, but I’ve not dreamed about here enough to know what it looks like.
Anyway, was outside the front door, and just suddenly I was really, really scared. The whole atmosphere just suddenly went really oppressive. Like, something is coming and it is big and you better damn well panic. Later on in the dream I described it as waiting for the storm, or being in the eye of the storm, the dead calm where in just a moment all can be chaos.
I was basically running around panicking, blocking up all the windows, wondering what was gonna happen, I think I thought I was gonna die. I tried to phone grandma, I was that worried (I’d never phone anyone normally, I’m terrible at it, I even had to ask mum for her number) but she wasn’t answering her phone, I tried to go online to ask if it was just me feeling this but nowhere I went had anyone to ask. (I was trying the neoboards for some reason but could only find a single UK board and it was devoted to battling ;p)
It carried on like that I guess. There was a bit later on where I was in a supermarket, I think I was trying to buy food for somebody, maybe granddad, and mum’s old boyfriend Glenn might have been there too. The oppressive atmosphere was still there. It started to fade towards the end of the dream, but I was still glad to wake up, something I very rarely am.
Normally I’m not scared in dreams, no matter what. I had a dream once where I was being strangled, and even then I was curious to just see where it went, and a bit miffed when I woke up. It was really, really weird.
That’s what I get for trying to give up and sleep 6 hours, I suppose. :p
Tags: Dream Diary, some fucked up shit