Loukhos
March 28th, 2008, 09:18 AM
When I remember my dreams they are usually strange, sometimes not so pleasant but they usually aren't this bad.
I was having a dream that was pretty normal and I can't remember much about it, then it shifted into another dream.
I walked into my parent's house (It's not the house they live in in real life, but it was their house in my dream). I sort of had the confused feeling you get after you pass out and wake up again. My mom came up from the basement and asked me what was wrong. I then realized I was bleeding from the mouth, my teeth were missing and my mouth was full of wire. I went upstairs with my mom, she was going to help me take the wire out of my mouth, but when we got to her room, she became angry and dismissive. My dad was in the room too, but he was unresponsive. She didn't want to have anything to do with me. So I pulled the wire out myself, it turned out it wasn't wire but a guitar string. I dropped it and went to go see if my brother would help me. I went in his room (he doesn't live with my parents in real life) and asked him to help. When I was in there, I saw a shiny new white guitar. I picked up the guitar to play it and I noticed one of the strings was bloody, and had kinks where it was used to pull my teeth out. Now I never in the dream felt like it was my brother's guitar or he had anything to do with it, it felt like it was a guitar left there for me. Anyway, I put it down and went to see my brother and asked him if he could call the cops for me since I couldn't speak very well without all my teeth. So he picked up a radio transmitter he was fiddling with and it wasn't working. I suggested that he use the phone, then he became angry and dismissive just like my mother. So I went downstairs, dialled the police's phone number and nothing happened. I looked at the phone and saw that the display was all jumbled and backwards. I really felt like someone was in the house messing with me, putting the guitar in my brother's room and tampering with the phone.
At this point something clicked and I realized that this was just a dream. I was so very relieved... for a moment. I tried waking up, but I couldn't. The dream seemed like it became angry with me for becoming conscious of it. I panicked, and ran. Objects in the room I was running through started to fly at me. I kept pleading, begging myself to wake up. It seemed like this part lasted a very long time because it was so unpleasant, but it probably was a lot shorter than it felt like. There was a loud noise in the room I was sleeping in, and my consciousness latched onto it like a lifeline and I woke up.
I've never been so bothered by a dream. The not being able to wake up part was the worst, I felt so trapped. :(
Was I dreaming that I was conscious of my dream? I don't really understand why I couldn't wake up, usually the moment I realize I'm dreaming I wake up.
I was having a dream that was pretty normal and I can't remember much about it, then it shifted into another dream.
I walked into my parent's house (It's not the house they live in in real life, but it was their house in my dream). I sort of had the confused feeling you get after you pass out and wake up again. My mom came up from the basement and asked me what was wrong. I then realized I was bleeding from the mouth, my teeth were missing and my mouth was full of wire. I went upstairs with my mom, she was going to help me take the wire out of my mouth, but when we got to her room, she became angry and dismissive. My dad was in the room too, but he was unresponsive. She didn't want to have anything to do with me. So I pulled the wire out myself, it turned out it wasn't wire but a guitar string. I dropped it and went to go see if my brother would help me. I went in his room (he doesn't live with my parents in real life) and asked him to help. When I was in there, I saw a shiny new white guitar. I picked up the guitar to play it and I noticed one of the strings was bloody, and had kinks where it was used to pull my teeth out. Now I never in the dream felt like it was my brother's guitar or he had anything to do with it, it felt like it was a guitar left there for me. Anyway, I put it down and went to see my brother and asked him if he could call the cops for me since I couldn't speak very well without all my teeth. So he picked up a radio transmitter he was fiddling with and it wasn't working. I suggested that he use the phone, then he became angry and dismissive just like my mother. So I went downstairs, dialled the police's phone number and nothing happened. I looked at the phone and saw that the display was all jumbled and backwards. I really felt like someone was in the house messing with me, putting the guitar in my brother's room and tampering with the phone.
At this point something clicked and I realized that this was just a dream. I was so very relieved... for a moment. I tried waking up, but I couldn't. The dream seemed like it became angry with me for becoming conscious of it. I panicked, and ran. Objects in the room I was running through started to fly at me. I kept pleading, begging myself to wake up. It seemed like this part lasted a very long time because it was so unpleasant, but it probably was a lot shorter than it felt like. There was a loud noise in the room I was sleeping in, and my consciousness latched onto it like a lifeline and I woke up.
I've never been so bothered by a dream. The not being able to wake up part was the worst, I felt so trapped. :(
Was I dreaming that I was conscious of my dream? I don't really understand why I couldn't wake up, usually the moment I realize I'm dreaming I wake up.