Hello! I'm new to this forum. Throughout my childhood I had numerous strange experiences regarding my dreams, some more sinister than others. I've tried to make sense of them, but to no avail. I hope someone can make sense of this.
Anyway here is one of my recurring childhood nightmares that I find myself coming back to occasionally and that I really want to understand and let go. It goes like this:
-Scene description-
I see a room, not physically present in there. I am just an invisible, immaterial spectator floating around at will.
In this room there are a door, a window and a bed with a person sleeping in it.
The room itself is brightly lit white.
First strange thing I notice in the dream is that the glass of the window is somehow non transparent or soapy. I can barely see silhouettes of buildings, roads, people walking down the street and in fact I hear the sounds of a busy city (mainly car horns).
Then I shift to the bed. Its a large dark oak bed with an unknown guy sleeping in it. He is fully covered by a thick blue blanket.
-Action-
The guy is not moving, fully knocked out. He starts to move his head, mumble or groan a bit. He progressively gets more uncomfortable. Movement increases and I start to notice something. Stains start to appear on the blanket where his arms would be. I think to myself "Is that blood?" and then a severed finger falls from under the blanket and onto the white floor. It spirals from there. In span of what felt like 4 hours his fingers, arms, legs are slowly cut away by an unknown force. All the while he is whaling in pain powerless, unable to wake up as he is cut apart piece by piece underneath the sickly blue blanket. The fibers of that blanket rub against his wounds and exposed flesh, soaking in blood and tangling him. Closer to the end of this he is no longer whaling but screaming his lungs out, still asleep. His screaming is futile as it is drowned out by city noises from the window. All that is left is a torso with a head. The head is cut off. Screaming ends. I wake up.
P.S.
Seen this every night when I was in first grade. I've had more strange dreams I want to share and understand but, I'll start with this one and see how it does.
P.P.S.
Not a native speaker, word misuse is possible.
Anyway here is one of my recurring childhood nightmares that I find myself coming back to occasionally and that I really want to understand and let go. It goes like this:
-Scene description-
I see a room, not physically present in there. I am just an invisible, immaterial spectator floating around at will.
In this room there are a door, a window and a bed with a person sleeping in it.
The room itself is brightly lit white.
First strange thing I notice in the dream is that the glass of the window is somehow non transparent or soapy. I can barely see silhouettes of buildings, roads, people walking down the street and in fact I hear the sounds of a busy city (mainly car horns).
Then I shift to the bed. Its a large dark oak bed with an unknown guy sleeping in it. He is fully covered by a thick blue blanket.
-Action-
The guy is not moving, fully knocked out. He starts to move his head, mumble or groan a bit. He progressively gets more uncomfortable. Movement increases and I start to notice something. Stains start to appear on the blanket where his arms would be. I think to myself "Is that blood?" and then a severed finger falls from under the blanket and onto the white floor. It spirals from there. In span of what felt like 4 hours his fingers, arms, legs are slowly cut away by an unknown force. All the while he is whaling in pain powerless, unable to wake up as he is cut apart piece by piece underneath the sickly blue blanket. The fibers of that blanket rub against his wounds and exposed flesh, soaking in blood and tangling him. Closer to the end of this he is no longer whaling but screaming his lungs out, still asleep. His screaming is futile as it is drowned out by city noises from the window. All that is left is a torso with a head. The head is cut off. Screaming ends. I wake up.
P.S.
Seen this every night when I was in first grade. I've had more strange dreams I want to share and understand but, I'll start with this one and see how it does.
P.P.S.
Not a native speaker, word misuse is possible.