Probably about time I tell you mine. It's pretty long; I'm surprised a dream could last this long. Thank god I recorded it in my dream journal as soon as I woke up, probably would've lost a lot of details if I didn't. ---> Do yourself a favor, make a dream journal. It's really handy and can help you become lucid in your dreams. <---
I think I was somewhat lucid. It didn't feel like a dream, but it felt like it was reality (even though it wasn't).
I had this dream in 7th grade, when I lost my father. During the morning I woke up with sleep paralysis; I couldn't move or anything, and my eyes were being forcefully kept shut. However, aside from my immobility, I could feel the tenseness in the air. There was a vicious vibe in the room...which I assume meant something was in the room. A few seconds later I felt a sub-zero gust of air go down my throat, practically flash-freezing it. Then I "woke up", but I was still in my dream. I brushed it off as a "dream within a dream" and got up.
The dream emulated my startup routine perfectly: shower, brush teeth, go to bus stop, driven to school, etc.
Everything was normal until I was walking to my first hour. I was in the middle of the most crowded hallway when disaster struck. I felt an extremely tight pinch in my stomach, which began to turn ice cold. Slowly, the freezing temperature began to spread throughout my body and eventually my entire form felt like an icicle. By that time I fell over on my knees on the floor. People were gathering around me with horrified expressions, looking at my hands. They were turning black and had this black smoke around them. Just like the cold, the smoke spread all over me and I was fully covered within moments.
This is where it gets kinda gross; the weak stomached shouldn't read this part. Also, at this point I've been actually awakefor a while, so the late details began to escape short term memory.
I suddenly felt an insane urge to attack and destroy. And attack/destroy I did.
I went on an all out genocide.
I remember the specifics of only what I did to the first kid in front of me. I didn't write down what he looked like, but I did write down what I did to him. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the throat, and I literally stabbed my claws into his neck, then ripped them out, leaving him to bleed out to death --- after I bit off his fingers anyway.
After him, I just went around and killed as many as I can. When the whole school was deceased, I woke up for real. Needless to say, I was paralyzed in shock that morning. It remember it took me a moment to come back to my senses. After that, I just wrote it down in my dream journal and left it at that.
Call me psychotic, call this dream "EDDGYYY", but this nightmare I had terrified me. I did NOT enjoy having to remember murdering hundreds if not thousands of people and CHILDREN. Trust me, I did not WANT to have this dream (I'd rather have "sugar, spice, and everything nice" types of dreams).
Hope you enjoyed that --- sounds like more of a Halloween horror story, am I right?
