Sorry if the question isn’t formulated in the right way, I had to use the translator
Dreaming I was free, waking up in jail. Very weird experience to say the least.
Did you wake up in the dream? Or were you actually in jail…and do you mind if I ask what you were in for?
I was dreaming of outside from inside. Woke up up inside. Like a really vivid nice dream, flowers and skin, then waking up hungry af transplanted to that different state of being, locked down. You have to disassociate to escape from there. People get used to it, and that’s really sad to me.
Something light, pv, my first time… I was mostly dreaming about nothing or jail dreams. Imagine that.
That’s an interesting insight. Thankyou. I cant imagine what it’s like for people inside.
But that dream sounds like you’re own brain is torturing you, making the punishment all the worse. I can’t even begin to describe how I feel about that, just the thought gives me a headache.
Yep pretty much.
Tbh I’m thankful for the experience. I know myself better, how I fit into the world, and my own boundaries.
The mind and life are quite extraordinary ime.
And I’m not so sure there isn’t something we could god, though i refrain from using the term if possible…even if it just the tissue of a larger thought than our own, interwoven and forever, that we are apart of.
I dreamt once that I had woken up from a coma in the hospital, and it was about 20ish years in the future. It scared me that so much time had gone by that I didn’t remember and could never get back, and that everyone who knew me had probably forgotten about me. Getting up and seeing someone I didn’t recognize staring back at me in the mirror.
What had happened? What led me here? And what the hell do I do? I was lost.
It was strange waking up for a second time back in my actual bed. But it was such an odd experience, terrifying in its own regard at how real it seemed.
Those dreams where you’re waking up multiple times are one the creepier types that has to exist. I remember having multiple dreams like that and none are nice memories, every time there was a reason to wake up for real as soon as possible
Not specifically. Rarely I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and just feel super paranoid that someone is there. Usually it’s when I’ve been woken out of a dream.
I remember a dream I had as a kid, I was being suffocated by a plastic bag. When I woke up I could have sworn the plastic bag was still on my head.
I never remembers my dreams. I can barely remember a nightmare from when I was around 10 or something. I’m in my 40s now and that’s the last dream I know of.
Everyone has such scary dreams and the one that really scared me was my 8yo ass being chased around a table by a scary Pokémon.
Two. When I was 5 my parents took me stateside, over open sea. The night before we had gone to the cinema to watch that Tom Hanks movie where his plane crashes on an island. Great timing, horrible sleep for a few days.
The other one still has me puzzled. Still a kid. Dreamt I was playing on the floor of a really, really dirty hospital waiting room. Cream tiles, mint and forest green paint on the walls, but all of the nooks and crannies were covered in a thick dark slime. Think how an old underground cistern looks with black mold all over. Then I turn around and my mum told me it was all going to be fine. She had stumps for legs and arms, and her head was strapped to a body made out of clear plastic. Still creeps me out.
Dreamt i was 70 years old and lamented how fast time flies and that i could relate when the seniors say they feel younger than their age. Not scary, but sad.
