I feel like I have crazy effed up dreams so much that I lose track. I used to actually dream a LOT more but I trained myself to recognize that I’m dreaming and instantly wake myself up. I also stopped sleeping on my back and make sure to shmoke a little dogshit every now and then (which can repress dreaming).
There was about a month period after I really screwed myself up with a certain pizza topping where my dreams were VERY VERY BAD. Probably the worst a few weeks in:
I woke up (not really, in the dream) in my bed and looked over to the door. I walked in. Only I was 7-8 feet tall, with obscenely gangly limbs and a bloated, melting-looking body. My face was stretched terribly long and was sunken and with deep wrinkles. I tried to scream but it’s like my lungs were full of concrete. I tried to hit me and I scrambled up towards me but it’s like my arms were airy noodles and I felt like I was shitfaced drunk and couldn’t balance. I managed to “squeeze out” of “my” grasp and then I flew/levitated down the street at high speed, like a bullet popping out of my bedroom window and hovering a foot above the grass and pavement which was pretty awesome ngl. I felt a distinctly bad presence was still pursuing me so I tried to hover a little higher to feel safer…but then I started falling up towards the sky uncontrollably, the ground getting tiny, me desperately trying to force myself back but also terrified of falling. Right before I got “sucked into heaven” I “woke up for real this time” (I was still dreaming! Again!) and was lying in bed. I rolled over and looked at my gf, and saw the back of her head. I felt that…nauseatingly evil presence again…looked around for a second, nothing. I look back at my gf, and she’s rotated 180 degrees when I wasn’t looking and was staring at me. With bright, absurdly wide eyes, and a sinister smile. Her mouth split open as if she was laughing hysterically but no sound came out, the air was thick like concrete again…until it was pierced by a horrible high pitched tinnitus-esque sound, which flooded the room, and seemed to foreshadow something EVEN WORSE…and then, mercifully, I woke up, for real for real this time.
I feel like I have crazy effed up dreams so much that I lose track. I used to actually dream a LOT more but I trained myself to recognize that I’m dreaming and instantly wake myself up. I also stopped sleeping on my back and make sure to shmoke a little dogshit every now and then (which can repress dreaming).
There was about a month period after I really screwed myself up with a certain pizza topping where my dreams were VERY VERY BAD. Probably the worst a few weeks in:
I woke up (not really, in the dream) in my bed and looked over to the door. I walked in. Only I was 7-8 feet tall, with obscenely gangly limbs and a bloated, melting-looking body. My face was stretched terribly long and was sunken and with deep wrinkles. I tried to scream but it’s like my lungs were full of concrete. I tried to hit me and I scrambled up towards me but it’s like my arms were airy noodles and I felt like I was shitfaced drunk and couldn’t balance. I managed to “squeeze out” of “my” grasp and then I flew/levitated down the street at high speed, like a bullet popping out of my bedroom window and hovering a foot above the grass and pavement which was pretty awesome ngl. I felt a distinctly bad presence was still pursuing me so I tried to hover a little higher to feel safer…but then I started falling up towards the sky uncontrollably, the ground getting tiny, me desperately trying to force myself back but also terrified of falling. Right before I got “sucked into heaven” I “woke up for real this time” (I was still dreaming! Again!) and was lying in bed. I rolled over and looked at my gf, and saw the back of her head. I felt that…nauseatingly evil presence again…looked around for a second, nothing. I look back at my gf, and she’s rotated 180 degrees when I wasn’t looking and was staring at me. With bright, absurdly wide eyes, and a sinister smile. Her mouth split open as if she was laughing hysterically but no sound came out, the air was thick like concrete again…until it was pierced by a horrible high pitched tinnitus-esque sound, which flooded the room, and seemed to foreshadow something EVEN WORSE…and then, mercifully, I woke up, for real for real this time.
Unless…