DREAM-LOG

I had a dream that it was the last day of school. I was sad to leave my orchestra class and we all went to the cafeteria for a final assembly before leaving. My boyfriend was there despite attending a different highschool and he was at a lunch table chatting with a handful of people. I had gone to him and tried to show him prototype FNAF Nintendo DS pen charms I found of the main 4 animatronics and he ignored me in favor of this conversation with the others. I got jealous and decided to leave. As I'm leaving his dad is there, except he's nothing like his dad, more like the dad from Coraline. I end up talking to him about how to properly restore a dresser and what varnishes to use and what removes stickers off of wood, and he had mentioned doing something was ''two negatives making a positive.''

I went home with his dad, still upset that my boyfriend was talking to others. Eventually he showed up and went to go do laundry as I'm still talking to his dad. Looking out the backdoor I watch as an American Airlines plane is spiraling down at a very low altitude, though there was no smoke. It was making an emergency landing in the dirt field behind our house, it made a sharp turn into our direction and turned to the side of the alley, where it seemed like it would somehow not hit anything. It did hit the house though, right on the side where the gas pipes were and a loud ringing was heard and everything froze kind of like a Roblox game. I was waiting for the explosion to see the house turn black with smoke and flames until I realized I was already dead and was stuck frozen in my last seconds of cognitive clarity. I ran to the laundry room where my boyfriend was folding clothes, but he was frozen in place. I hugged him and cried that I loved him as everything faded out. All these stressful ass dreams have me fade out of consciousness and it always feels so good.

I had a dream that they rereleased this backpack but the Foxy pocket was now Bonnie, on the right side and he was blue. I was crying that he was blue

I had a dream that I was lost at sea with my family trying to migrate to Canada..? It was up north, but there's not really a sea by Canada... maybe it was Lake Superior or one of those. The water was very cold and I lost track of my family in the waves. Somehow I washed onto shore and was met with a large brick wall which I climbed, and right behind was a log cabin. I was under the impression it was my boyfriend's house even though it looked nothing like it. I approach the door and I'm welcomed by his Grammy, so it had to be his house. She invited me in, saying something like 'Ohhh precious come on in here'. It was disheveled inside, almost entirely aged wood and hardly any significant light inside. There were a lot of cats. It was small and stuffy, yet had multiple doors and hallways spanning each wall, it was very crowded and frankly discombobulating. The Resident Evil 4 cabin comes to mind. I was sticking to Gram close because I was afraid, but I did wind up going to the fridge and it was empty other than what I could only describe as a plate of yellow jello or cake, maybe gelatinized bone marrow. I asked her what I could eat and a man from the other room behind a curtain said 'She misses the war times, she hasn't eaten again.'

I'm talking to her and suddenly a freaky skinny guy my age comes out, he's got a blonde buzzcut, bright blue eyes, scars on his arms and is wearing a blue tank top. It was supposed to be her grandson, but it wasn't my boyfriend. He was acting spastic, grabbing on my arm really tight and trying to pull me around, he seemed excited there was somebody new in the home. Then gram just goes 'Oh, he's allergic to metal if he's too much for you' and she points at a bucket hung on the wall full of rusted and corroded metal screws and bolts. I took one and it made my fingertip burn. I put it to his skin and it immediately smoked, sizzled and made a swollen hive and he screamed. It felt like some torture method you'd hear about in mental institutions from the 1900's.

Everytime gram left the room the guy would come to pounce onto me, hump me, pull me around, he was smiling and sneering while whispering weird shit to himself. I pushed him away and he got a knife out of the kitchen and was trying to attack me with it but I managed to hold him off. He would then just cycle in and out of the room to torment me, eventually coming back and asking me 'You ever swallow a razor blade?' which was supposed to be him trying to tell me to kill myself. I said ' I'm not suicidal' and he laughs, trying to swipe me with a razor blade he had just seemingly got. I started throwing some of the screws at him and running in circles around the kitchen table away from him. Somehow I wound up snagging the razorblade out of his hand and I asked why he was doing this and if he wanted me to cut him instead. He said 'sure you can try, but I'm still getting you' and then.. I just start grabbing his ass and running the blade across his skin?!?!? I don't know WHAT the fuck happened there. I then somehow had the knife and I was trying to smack his ass while holding it, and somehow that resulted in the blade stabbing into the spot between my index finger and thumb on my right hand. It was a sharp, staticy kind of pain that I felt when I sliced my fingertip off. I started to panic, saying something like 'shiiit.... uhh, hey I'm going to need to take a break..' and ever so intelligently I pulled the knife out and blood flowed right out of the wound down my arm. The guy then starts laughing maniacally, slowly turning to what I presume was to finish the job before I woke up. Stressful shit.

I had a disgusting dream that I was in a strange dirty house trying to have a goonathon in the bathroom. My boyfriend found me buttass naked on the nasty floor and said 'STOP WAIT FOR ME!!!' and I said 'Ughh ok.' and he takes hours doing homework for his job? I was impatient and I kept rearranging my dildos that I had lined up across the ledge of the bathtub. Then all of my family were in the house and I was playing some kind FNAF trying to keep them out of the bathroom. After some point I just start jerkin it without my boyfriend because you snooze you loose, and I was basically shitting out lube onto the carpet in the bathroom and stomping on it??? It was fucking disgusting

Then I was back in my regular bathroom with my boyfriend who was complaining he got a warning from his manager that his jeans were too long and creating a health hazard. I said something like 'Ugh why don't you just cut them off and pin them?' and he goes 'No that pokes me!' Then I said 'no the other direction like this.' I mounted the countertop and in the mirror I got a safety pin, stuck it into my nose like I was piercing my bridge and it somehow got stuck in my other piercing or something but the pin went straight into my brain and I was hit with a sharp pain digging into my head and tingling sensation all acorss my body. I tried to pull it out but it felt stuck inside and was making some crunching sounds. My vision began blacking out and I felt my body going weak, I just moaned out my boyfriend's name repeatedly as I began to loose consciousness. He just stood there and did nothing, he wasn't concerned. I don't blame him because why did I lobotomize myself?

I had a dream that I chopped my head off with a katana. As I did it it I was in third person, but as my head came off I was first person. My eye's didn't follow with the rest of my head however, the POV remained as it would as if I still had my head- I could see it on the floor in front of me. Blood spouted everywhere out my neck and my head was relieved of a ton of pressure, it felt fucking amazing as I started fading out of consciousness. I hope death feels that good.

I had a dream that I was in the mall and I was being raped on the floor by Raini Rodriguez from the Disney Channel.

I don't remember when this was, just sometime in my senior years or post HS. I had a dream that I had a cleaver and was hacking the lower half of my body off starting at the hips. I dismembered my lower legs from the hip joints and I started carving the flesh off of my hip bone until I could remove it entirely. I didn't feel any pain, but i remember holding my hip bone to my head in the mirror and seeing the bases of my femurs as my decapitated legs were on the floor.

In my orchestra class we were working on Pompt and Circumstance to play for the graduating class. We stood after school along with the band to practice as an ensemble, I think the real performance was just a few days away. I was a Freshman and it was my first time playing the song, but it was the same thing over and over again so it was easy to get the hang of. Being so repetitive, it was a fucking *earworm*. After practice I had to go home to my Dad's for the day until my mom could pick me up. I had to stay there often, his house was very dirty. It smelt like weed so bad it would turn into some kind of rotten bacon smell, and the smell coming from the drains of the house gave it a hint of sewage. His shower was deteriorated, the toilet was broken, there was no central air and his light switches didn't work. I went to go take a nap in my dirty bunkbed until my mom came. Since it was mid-May, July was right around the corner and in Arizona that's already in the 100's.

My dream was in a white void that seemed to have some sort of spiral stair cases. There were floors of the void, and surrounding the spirals were some strange monochromatic figures. I had walked through the isles of these figures as Pompt and Circumstance had played. They were black and white and just looked like some weird ass sprites from somebody's shitty psycological horror game... The best way I can decribe the gist is ''SOMETHING'' from Omori. (After I had the dream I drew a few of them, though now I don't have the image and I can't remember most) Of the two I remember was some centipede-like creature adorned with the head of a creepy girl on each end of it's body. The other was poorly drawn floating vagina with a decapitated finger sticking into it. This one terrified me because subconsciously, despite not being explicit or obvious, that this was supposed to be the vagina of a child and I was being told somebody was assaulted. I continued down this isle subjected to a few more weird ass things before I woke up drenched in sweat with a headache. This dream still irks me, it's filled me with fear, dread, and sympathy for a faceless and nonexistant girl. It really felt like there was a vague storyline. Maybe if I ever run across the drawings of the things I had seen I'll post them here.

I don't remember when this really took place. This point in my life I slept in my mom's room as my dad slept in mine in the midst of their divorce. I would sleep in her bed or on the couch, this time I was on the couch after an all-nighter on my laptop. This was the first time I had sleep paralysis and was the first and last time I'd seen any 'demons'. The curtains of the room weren't pulled entirely, leaving a little light to peer into the room. One of the double doors was ajar, and the clothes hung on the back of the door had warped into this tree guy. (insert picture here when i find it)

The TV was on, and in my state of conscious unconsciousness I would hear a garbled mess of sound, something like a deep 'surrusursursursursursur'. Through my ringing ears I interpreted the sound as the word 'source' being slurred over and over again. This was my longest sleep paralysis episode, since I began having it so often afterwards I learnt how to get out of it fast. I was terrified, I don't even remember what I did when I got up or anything, I just remember drawing this guy a lot on my schoolwork to bug the teachers out. Looking back on this I find it funny and I'm reminded of this guy everytime I see one of Doctor Nowhere's videos because of his 'tree-branch' motif.

School night, somewhere in Elementary. I've forgotten the details over the years, but the best I could describe of it was traversing through a string of rooms all visually akin to that of an I-SPY book. One room I remember the most was a room made up of brittle wooden boards with large spaces between each, white light peering through. It was a square yet tall room, the walls lined with shelf after shelf of dusty beige stuffed animals and vintage looking knick knacks. There was another room I had just showed up into, it reminded me of of a DOOM map, of just a square room with dark grey bricks lining the walls and ceiling over a grass floor. One of the walls then collapsed my direction, upon entering the new entrance I was met with an old lady on a rocking chair. She looked like Muriel from Courage the Cowardly Dog, and I think she just warped into a skeleton. There was a brick maze behind her, and that is all I remember. I do remember telling everybody about the dream the next day and nobody really cared.

School night. I was in my new bedroom where I didn't have to share the room with my brother. Had a dream that the floor was covered in spiders, snakes and bugs. The first nightmare I remember.

The first dream(?) I remember was when I was in a crib in our first house after moving out of our trailer. I was 2 or 3 and I had been sick with something and I was drinking sprite out of a sippy cup for my sore throat. It was mid-day I fell asleep, and I dreamt of a baby Elmo doll in a diaper waddling around what looked to be a rainy newyork road. It was nighttime and the only light was the headlights of a taxi and the red, yellow and green stoplights reflecting off of the puddles of water. It was third person, I followed Elmo as I watched him struggle to climb an iron fence to get to the road. He had made it over and stood on the sidewalk in a puddle. I was met with a nice warm feeling. I then woke up and found I pissed myself. Now I say this is a 'dream(?)' because I feel like this was such a vivid memory that i've had the notion it could've been a pamper's commercial or something. A few brief searches brought up nothing, but for all I know it could be lost media.