So, I just had one of the most horrifying nightmares of my life, and unfortunately it was a string of nightmares where waking up from one put me within another. I only remember two of the nightmares in any detail.
Nightmare #1:
Ben, Desireah, Carrie, Jason, Milburn, and I all decide to go to a party before Jason and Desireahs surgery. We had a great time but Milburn and Carrie decided to leave early. As it happened Ben, Desireah, Jason, and I all ended up crashing at the party. The next day we find out that Milburn and Carrie had been murdered when they arrived home that night. We were all freaking out, and at some point everyone else left me at the house, but I didnt know anyone. I was trying desparately to find a phone but everyone was walking around like nothing was wrong. I finally hopped in my car and tried to leave, but my car would only go in reverse. I look down at the gear indicator and it said P R N FULL and unfortunately full did not make the car go forward. It was at that point I realized I was dreaming and calmed down, but not before making my car fly then fall from the sky to crash.
Nightmare #2:
I wake up from previous nightmare in my room. Im still freaked about nightmare #1 so I want to call Milburn to make sure he is ok, so start to put some pants on so I can look for the cordless phone when I notice my room is different. All the furniture is different and a lot of stuff is missing. I can hear Desireah saying something to me from the living room but I cant understand what it is. When I finally do get my pants on and try to walk out of my closet I realize Im like 7 feet tall, which was an indicator that this was another dream, but since Desireah was yelling in the other room I chose to ignore it. I walk out into the living room and all our stuff is gone and Desireah is crying. She tells me that while I was sleep someone broke into the house and robbed us, and that they even snuck into my room, took stuff out, and put new stuff in. Of course that was blatant nonsense so I again forced myself to wake up, or so I thought.
Nightmare #3:
Ok, while writing these I remember the last nightmare and this one actually isnt a nightmare. I wake up from nightmare #2 and my room seems fine. I walk into the living room and Desireah is sipping a cup of coffee watching TV. I explain my dreams to her and she says she had the same exact dreams, except it doesnt seem to bother her in the least about either the dreams or the fact we both had them. The most profound statement she utters is, Man, that was really fucked up. At this point I actually say, Im still dreaming. And she responds with, Yep. And I wake up.
That was fucking weird, and Desireah just told me I look like shit.
Nightmare #1:
Ben, Desireah, Carrie, Jason, Milburn, and I all decide to go to a party before Jason and Desireahs surgery. We had a great time but Milburn and Carrie decided to leave early. As it happened Ben, Desireah, Jason, and I all ended up crashing at the party. The next day we find out that Milburn and Carrie had been murdered when they arrived home that night. We were all freaking out, and at some point everyone else left me at the house, but I didnt know anyone. I was trying desparately to find a phone but everyone was walking around like nothing was wrong. I finally hopped in my car and tried to leave, but my car would only go in reverse. I look down at the gear indicator and it said P R N FULL and unfortunately full did not make the car go forward. It was at that point I realized I was dreaming and calmed down, but not before making my car fly then fall from the sky to crash.
Nightmare #2:
I wake up from previous nightmare in my room. Im still freaked about nightmare #1 so I want to call Milburn to make sure he is ok, so start to put some pants on so I can look for the cordless phone when I notice my room is different. All the furniture is different and a lot of stuff is missing. I can hear Desireah saying something to me from the living room but I cant understand what it is. When I finally do get my pants on and try to walk out of my closet I realize Im like 7 feet tall, which was an indicator that this was another dream, but since Desireah was yelling in the other room I chose to ignore it. I walk out into the living room and all our stuff is gone and Desireah is crying. She tells me that while I was sleep someone broke into the house and robbed us, and that they even snuck into my room, took stuff out, and put new stuff in. Of course that was blatant nonsense so I again forced myself to wake up, or so I thought.
Nightmare #3:
Ok, while writing these I remember the last nightmare and this one actually isnt a nightmare. I wake up from nightmare #2 and my room seems fine. I walk into the living room and Desireah is sipping a cup of coffee watching TV. I explain my dreams to her and she says she had the same exact dreams, except it doesnt seem to bother her in the least about either the dreams or the fact we both had them. The most profound statement she utters is, Man, that was really fucked up. At this point I actually say, Im still dreaming. And she responds with, Yep. And I wake up.
That was fucking weird, and Desireah just told me I look like shit.