Nightmares
Jul 7, 2015 0:56:04 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2015 0:56:04 GMT -5
Ello.
Ive had a lot of nightmares recently.
So I guess ill write the first one I had down.
I was sitting in my Nana's livingroom, watching youtube on my tablet, when I saw a really freaking creepy face pressed against the window. I flipped out and then its smile grew wider, like a chesire cat kinda smile. Its dark, and supposedly noones home. I then noticed it disappeared, and then I heard a crash in the back room.
I went to the back room, and saw that my nana and papaw were now home (for some weird reason because this dream is odd) but the person broke through the window and killed them with a large survival knife.
He then looked right up at me, his smile getting even bigger, like he was having fun doing this.
He jumped at me as i was starting to run, and I woke up as he was about to cut my neck all the way through, having me pinned in an awkward position on the ground.
What scared me most is his voice and his words that is the most remembered thing from this dream.
"Your mine now, Sweetcheeks." And he had a really low (kind of sexy almost voice IF HE WASNT KILLING ME!) toned voice.
I woke up to my nana shaking me because she was checking on me because she heard sniffling, crying, and muffled little sounds like my pillow was muffling my crying.
I was in a cold sweat.
The second dream I do not remember all of it.
I do remember that the weapon was an axe, however.
And I think I was walking in a forest. I cant remember it well.
I do however, remember clearly that there was a bloody face, right up in my face, and before I 'died' in the dream, I swear I was kissed. Or something pressed against my lips.
The third dream was the one that I dislike the most personally.
It was a dream ive had almost every year.
Along with another one, but I havnt had it yet this year, ill write what happens in that one after this one.
My mom and dad are no longer divorced.
Its kinda a blast in the past kind of dream almost.
Except the things that happened, never happened.
The house is quiet, and I see my mom with a large knife standing in the middle of a hallway, her eyes red and the tattoo on her arm no longer a 4 leaf clover, but a broken, bleeding heart that the 'blood' drips down to her hand. (all of the tattoo, no actual blood.) She looks over at me and smiles kind of wicked like,
and says "Whats the matter sweetie?" Her voice is demented, darkened, and twisted.
I start to try to back away, and she frowns, and then laughs out, suddenly stabbing her knife into the middle part of the broken heart. The blood drips down, covering the fake blood of the tattoo, and I run away to hide somewhere.
I hear screams as she gets my brother.
I hear yells and a little bit of struggling as she kills my father.
And then I see her, opening the door to see me shaking and scared.
She raises the knife, and just as shes about to kill me, I wake up again.
This next one I sometimes have as a lucid kind of dream, but I cant control it. Well, sometimes I can break out of the dream and wake up, but not all the time.
Heres the other dream I get at least once a year.
Im laying down in a bed. I feel familiar with the room even though ive never been in it before.
Its dark. Completely pitch black.
And then I feel little hands. And quiet laughter.
My toys and stuffed animals have come alive. And are starting to suffocate me, drown me in them. Only one is good, my bear Teddy whom my father got me when I was born. He tries to help, but the toys get sissors and kill him basically. I cant move. I cant breath. I cant hear. I cant see. I cant feel. And I cant speak.
I try to speak and it hurts, so much.
I wake up at random times in the dream. Sometimes when they're about to stab me with the sissors,
Other times I manage to take a bit of control and force myself to wake up.
Or I just wake up randomly, maybe while they're killing Teddy, or just starting to come alive, or as they are drowning me in them.
One thing is for sure though.
Im sick of nightmares.
and I want them to stop.
Preferably in a month, if possible. They're pulling my mentality down, helping with making me depressed. Im bullied at school as well, so that doesnt help.
If anyone knows how to help with the nightmares, PLEASE comment or message me.
Im sick of them.
Ive had a lot of nightmares recently.
So I guess ill write the first one I had down.
I was sitting in my Nana's livingroom, watching youtube on my tablet, when I saw a really freaking creepy face pressed against the window. I flipped out and then its smile grew wider, like a chesire cat kinda smile. Its dark, and supposedly noones home. I then noticed it disappeared, and then I heard a crash in the back room.
I went to the back room, and saw that my nana and papaw were now home (for some weird reason because this dream is odd) but the person broke through the window and killed them with a large survival knife.
He then looked right up at me, his smile getting even bigger, like he was having fun doing this.
He jumped at me as i was starting to run, and I woke up as he was about to cut my neck all the way through, having me pinned in an awkward position on the ground.
What scared me most is his voice and his words that is the most remembered thing from this dream.
"Your mine now, Sweetcheeks." And he had a really low (kind of sexy almost voice IF HE WASNT KILLING ME!) toned voice.
I woke up to my nana shaking me because she was checking on me because she heard sniffling, crying, and muffled little sounds like my pillow was muffling my crying.
I was in a cold sweat.
The second dream I do not remember all of it.
I do remember that the weapon was an axe, however.
And I think I was walking in a forest. I cant remember it well.
I do however, remember clearly that there was a bloody face, right up in my face, and before I 'died' in the dream, I swear I was kissed. Or something pressed against my lips.
The third dream was the one that I dislike the most personally.
It was a dream ive had almost every year.
Along with another one, but I havnt had it yet this year, ill write what happens in that one after this one.
My mom and dad are no longer divorced.
Its kinda a blast in the past kind of dream almost.
Except the things that happened, never happened.
The house is quiet, and I see my mom with a large knife standing in the middle of a hallway, her eyes red and the tattoo on her arm no longer a 4 leaf clover, but a broken, bleeding heart that the 'blood' drips down to her hand. (all of the tattoo, no actual blood.) She looks over at me and smiles kind of wicked like,
and says "Whats the matter sweetie?" Her voice is demented, darkened, and twisted.
I start to try to back away, and she frowns, and then laughs out, suddenly stabbing her knife into the middle part of the broken heart. The blood drips down, covering the fake blood of the tattoo, and I run away to hide somewhere.
I hear screams as she gets my brother.
I hear yells and a little bit of struggling as she kills my father.
And then I see her, opening the door to see me shaking and scared.
She raises the knife, and just as shes about to kill me, I wake up again.
This next one I sometimes have as a lucid kind of dream, but I cant control it. Well, sometimes I can break out of the dream and wake up, but not all the time.
Heres the other dream I get at least once a year.
Im laying down in a bed. I feel familiar with the room even though ive never been in it before.
Its dark. Completely pitch black.
And then I feel little hands. And quiet laughter.
My toys and stuffed animals have come alive. And are starting to suffocate me, drown me in them. Only one is good, my bear Teddy whom my father got me when I was born. He tries to help, but the toys get sissors and kill him basically. I cant move. I cant breath. I cant hear. I cant see. I cant feel. And I cant speak.
I try to speak and it hurts, so much.
I wake up at random times in the dream. Sometimes when they're about to stab me with the sissors,
Other times I manage to take a bit of control and force myself to wake up.
Or I just wake up randomly, maybe while they're killing Teddy, or just starting to come alive, or as they are drowning me in them.
One thing is for sure though.
Im sick of nightmares.
and I want them to stop.
Preferably in a month, if possible. They're pulling my mentality down, helping with making me depressed. Im bullied at school as well, so that doesnt help.
If anyone knows how to help with the nightmares, PLEASE comment or message me.
Im sick of them.