The first one was about last Thursday. The dream started off with me walking by my closet in a room, the door was open and it smelled like burnt pizza. On the door was a torn piece of binder paper, bloody around the edges and dripping down the door. Some of the blood was dried and sticky. This is the creepier part. On the paper there were some numbers that I distinctly remember:
9
54
81
36
45
11
All are multiples of 9, but the last one, don't know what it means. I then leave my room, walk outside and it's completely dark with a red sky. Smoke is coming out of the drains and ground holes. The scenery is completely barren except for a few people, except there is a problem......
They're all dead. Walking dead. Coherent, walking dead. A few of them speak to me when I ask for directions. Here is one reply I remember for its distinct creepyness.
me- "Where is Georgetown?"
dead guy (bleeding from all holes in the face, including eye sockets)- "The real question is where are you? What is time? How does one accurately perceive the notion of eternal time?"
I continue walking, at this point I am scared. I realize that this is not reality, that it is some sort of dream.
Or is it?
I knew it wasn't right but I couldn't wake up. The sun slowly comes up, the sky is still red. The wind starts blowing. I walk to a newsstand, vacant, papers blowing in the wind. The headline reads:
"Where were you then and where are you now?"
At this point part of the dream becomes fuzzy. I remember the people eventually became transparent and I started hearing low, growling, and inaudible voice chanting a repeated phrase that I could not understand. I looked in a mirror and my eyes were yellow and glowing in a pulsating manner.
I woke up really scared. I could not go back to sleep, I didn't really know what to think but I was really disturbed.
The next few nights I had weird snippets of similar scenes, the dead, bleeding people, the wandering, the weird growling voices, the bloody snips of paper.
Last night was by far the most horrible of them all.
I was in my room, and pools of blood were seeping in from under the doors and windows, dripping from the ceiling fans. The voice was audible this time.
"Reality is no longer reality, you no longer have control over your own destiny, I have seized control." I trudge through the blood which is sticky and into a dark, long, hallway. It looks straight out of Resident Evil. I walk down the hallway, windows break and shatter on the wall. The voice gets louder and louder, repeating the aforementioned phrase. I walk outside and the sky is red and black, swirling, picking up speed. I have trouble picking up my feet, the world is shaking. The voice changes tone:
"There is no one for you, this is damnation. This is reality. Every soul has their own, an enternal struggle. Life was the preparation for your struggle."
My sleep was so deep that I slept through my alarm for 40 minutes. My alarm is god damn loud, you can hear it in the entire place.
I always have had vivid dreams, I can usually remember dreams for a one month back, or anyone really weird ones that stick out for any reason. These ones have been by far the worst and scariest dreams I have ever had. Every night I have a new version, that is slightly different from the night before but contains the same elements.
Does anyone know if certain nutrients can cause alterations in neurochemicals that would cause this?
9
54
81
36
45
11
All are multiples of 9, but the last one, don't know what it means. I then leave my room, walk outside and it's completely dark with a red sky. Smoke is coming out of the drains and ground holes. The scenery is completely barren except for a few people, except there is a problem......
They're all dead. Walking dead. Coherent, walking dead. A few of them speak to me when I ask for directions. Here is one reply I remember for its distinct creepyness.
me- "Where is Georgetown?"
dead guy (bleeding from all holes in the face, including eye sockets)- "The real question is where are you? What is time? How does one accurately perceive the notion of eternal time?"
I continue walking, at this point I am scared. I realize that this is not reality, that it is some sort of dream.
Or is it?
I knew it wasn't right but I couldn't wake up. The sun slowly comes up, the sky is still red. The wind starts blowing. I walk to a newsstand, vacant, papers blowing in the wind. The headline reads:
"Where were you then and where are you now?"
At this point part of the dream becomes fuzzy. I remember the people eventually became transparent and I started hearing low, growling, and inaudible voice chanting a repeated phrase that I could not understand. I looked in a mirror and my eyes were yellow and glowing in a pulsating manner.
I woke up really scared. I could not go back to sleep, I didn't really know what to think but I was really disturbed.
The next few nights I had weird snippets of similar scenes, the dead, bleeding people, the wandering, the weird growling voices, the bloody snips of paper.
Last night was by far the most horrible of them all.
I was in my room, and pools of blood were seeping in from under the doors and windows, dripping from the ceiling fans. The voice was audible this time.
"Reality is no longer reality, you no longer have control over your own destiny, I have seized control." I trudge through the blood which is sticky and into a dark, long, hallway. It looks straight out of Resident Evil. I walk down the hallway, windows break and shatter on the wall. The voice gets louder and louder, repeating the aforementioned phrase. I walk outside and the sky is red and black, swirling, picking up speed. I have trouble picking up my feet, the world is shaking. The voice changes tone:
"There is no one for you, this is damnation. This is reality. Every soul has their own, an enternal struggle. Life was the preparation for your struggle."
My sleep was so deep that I slept through my alarm for 40 minutes. My alarm is god damn loud, you can hear it in the entire place.
I always have had vivid dreams, I can usually remember dreams for a one month back, or anyone really weird ones that stick out for any reason. These ones have been by far the worst and scariest dreams I have ever had. Every night I have a new version, that is slightly different from the night before but contains the same elements.
Does anyone know if certain nutrients can cause alterations in neurochemicals that would cause this?