My dreams are strange, yet unique.
Since I was little, I used to only dream in first person. My dreams have been quite weird. First, I start dreaming about this weird medical hospital that gave off Dr. Suss vibes (his books). Second, I had a dream about me being the ideal type for a vampire, and he wanted to marry me. That dream made me happy, even when I didn't believe in vampires at the time. Ever since then, I had been trying to go back there because while I spent that time with that vampire, I felt free and happy. 6-7 year old me was not happy at the time and really hated my life.
As I aged, my dreams kept becoming more weirder. Last year, my dreams had been nothing BUT horror. It was gorey and terrifying.
The different pov dreams started last year. First, I would dream in first person. Then it'd shift to second person and then to 3rd person. And they do not shift in that order either. Usually, when I dream in third person, it's like I am God, watching humans live their lives. When I do dream in third person and I'm watching myself, it felt eeire.
When I'm in second person, I can see myself, though I am in someone else's pov. And usually, I dream about people I have seen before, while in the 3rd person pov, it's mostly people whom I have no clue of their identity; I've never seen them before.
My dreams are still vivid as usual.
This year, I had an almost-lucid-like dream. In that dream, what caught my conscious and myself off guard, was that I was a child and that nothing had happened yet. So they don't know what's currently happening in the present. I became aware that I was dreaming all because of that specific detail. Though it was like an alternative universe where my aunt's rich and my family's still poor. The dream felt very vivid, yet I still somehow seemed to control something. I told my aunt that I was a time traveler and was trying to go back in time to tell my family members that present me is suffering and that my own mother doesn't know how to be a mother and that she's a bad mother. Then I started to tell her some more very personal things. I thought that she wouldn't believe me when I told her that I was being mistreated by my siblings, so I became to become overwhelmed because I hate it when (in general) family members suspect you lying when you hardly lie, and they know this. Especially when you lie the least. Like, why would I lie about something like that? I'm not that low.
Then suddenly, my aunt nodded her head, believing me. Then I felt tired. Even when I woke up, I went back to sleep.😂
As I aged, my dreams kept becoming more weirder. Last year, my dreams had been nothing BUT horror. It was gorey and terrifying.
The different pov dreams started last year. First, I would dream in first person. Then it'd shift to second person and then to 3rd person. And they do not shift in that order either. Usually, when I dream in third person, it's like I am God, watching humans live their lives. When I do dream in third person and I'm watching myself, it felt eeire.
When I'm in second person, I can see myself, though I am in someone else's pov. And usually, I dream about people I have seen before, while in the 3rd person pov, it's mostly people whom I have no clue of their identity; I've never seen them before.
My dreams are still vivid as usual.
This year, I had an almost-lucid-like dream. In that dream, what caught my conscious and myself off guard, was that I was a child and that nothing had happened yet. So they don't know what's currently happening in the present. I became aware that I was dreaming all because of that specific detail. Though it was like an alternative universe where my aunt's rich and my family's still poor. The dream felt very vivid, yet I still somehow seemed to control something. I told my aunt that I was a time traveler and was trying to go back in time to tell my family members that present me is suffering and that my own mother doesn't know how to be a mother and that she's a bad mother. Then I started to tell her some more very personal things. I thought that she wouldn't believe me when I told her that I was being mistreated by my siblings, so I became to become overwhelmed because I hate it when (in general) family members suspect you lying when you hardly lie, and they know this. Especially when you lie the least. Like, why would I lie about something like that? I'm not that low.
Then suddenly, my aunt nodded her head, believing me. Then I felt tired. Even when I woke up, I went back to sleep.😂
