I had the strangest, most disturbing dream/set of dreams last night. They weren’t really disturbing because of bad things happening, more the way they ended.
It started with me waking up, in my room at home (odd considering I went to sleep at uni), getting up, going downstairs. Then I notyiced that things were strange, the dog didn’t want to decide if it was going to be a dog, a cat, or something in between, and people weren’t moving in the way they should. My Grandad came back from catching mackerel, at which point I realised it was a dream, since he has been dead for 12 years, and besides, we live over an hour from the coast. At this point, I woke up…
…in my bed at uni, right place this time. Again, I got out of bed, found I was somehow dressed, and left my room to walk into town, but the town was wrong. It seemed to keep shifting around, the roads didn’t go where they should, and the buildings weren’t the right ones. I realised that I was dreaming and…
…woke up in my bed at uni, again, got up an left my room, and this time it was the people who were wrong. Most of them were people who shouldn’t be here, like my friend from junior school who I haven’t seen for years. These people looked about as normal as people in a dream ever do, but acted as if I were invisible, the thing that scared me this time though, were the <i>other</> people, whose faces I couldnt focus on, but who I knew were <i>Very Bad Things</i>. At this point I tried to force myself to wake up, I really didn’t like the dream anymore…
…I woke up in my bed at uni, laying flat on my back, and opened my eyes. It was light, and I moved my eyes around the room, checking for anything dreamlike. Nothing. I tried to get up, and now the most frightening thing of all happened, as I realised I was completely unable to move. Now rationally, I know all about sleep paralysis, where the safeguards against you running around at night and hurting yourself remain on after you wake, leaving you paralysed. I knew that this was probably nothing to worry about, but I got more and more and more afraid, until eventually, after what could have been a minute or an hour, I could move. It was possibly the most frightening experience of my life.
Anyway, that post turned into a very long one, and I don’t even know why I am posting it, well, actually I suppose I do, it freaked me out, and I had to tell someone, better that it should be a collection of random people from around the world on the internet to laugh and tell me I sound like some drug-addled nutcase (which I’m not, incedentally, well, maybe a nutcase, but I never touch drugs) than to make real life people doubt my sanity.
Ah well, I’m posting it now, so feel free to ad your own stories/comments about weird dreams, after all, we all have weird dreams to some extent, don’t we?