For the longest time, whenever I dream(and I remember it), everything is so entirely real. I can feel the heat of the sun, the cold of snow, the texture of cement and leaves. Now, most of the time, I think "wow this is so cool!" and try to do as much as possible, but, well, I'm an intense person and I usually end up in trouble in my dreams. Far too many times I have found myself being chased by this, fending off that.(gotta hate the "if you think about it, it'll happen" thing) I call myself a follower, but everyone, including my dream world, cares to disagree. I'm always the goddamn leader and it pisses me off. Well, sometimes it's ok but that's rarely.
Anyway, my bad dreams are the worst. I can feel the fear, feel the darkness, and I'm always so cold in them too. Usually people hate their nightmares, and I do too, but after they're over I say "now that was awesome!". It gives me the chance to experience something that I normally couldn't, which really helps me write. I mean, it's not everyday when you get to single handedly fend off a witch and her sisters, race a huge snowman down A WATER SLIDE, protect one of your favorite characters from mountain wolves, and go shopping with your local elf, right? unless you were like totally awesome of course.
A few days ago a had a dream that left me feeling sick for a while. It started out awesome. But quickly declined when it got dark outside. I was in a really big house and it seemed like a hurricane was going on, though it didn't seem to affect the house at all. I didn't feel fear at all, which was odd. I stared out the windows and saw, er, human bones in the flood. I told myself they belonged to one of our neighbors, and went upstairs to tell my mom. (who wasn't actually my mom irl) When I tried to tell her, I heard this piercing sound from outside. I didn't wince I don't think, just got curious...here's the bad part. My ears started bleeding. *shiver* That had to be the worst experience of my entire life, and it didn't even really happen!! I remember falling to the floor and gripping my head until it stopped. it happened two more times in that dream, but it wasn't as bad. I had figured out how to stop it, but seriously! I don't ever, ever want to feel that again. It was horrible.
The only good thing about that is that I can now genuinely write about someone who's ears are bleeding. NOT THAT I WANT TO AHHHH
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