#i nedd no oneiromancy book to tell what that was about

[ashes-0f-phoenix]

I wanna overshare. So, tonight's dream.

The first half was regular dream stuff, spaceships and aircrafts and flying to a village surrounded by forests and decaying skyscrapers. Then suddenly, while I was in a village house, it turned into my house and a friend of a friend came to visit. Now I've never even seen this person before and only spoke for like 5 minutes irl, but I know they have the same problem I want. And they go ,,oh our friend xy told me to come and talk to you" and I was like, yey, that's really cool, because thank god I don't have social anxiety in my dreams at least and am not afraid of people.

So we start talking about something, idk what. They were a really nice person. I could even hear my own voice and my shitty accent (we were talking in english in the dream - my dreams ate bilingual, lol). At some point they told me they actually wanted to ask me about what happened to me because our friemd xy wants to know.

So I start saying the things, I say two, and then when I'd get to that thing, I can't get the word out of my mouth. Physically unable to say it. I just can't.

So the person is clearly disappointed because what I said was nothing too bad, and starts talking about something else. I spend the rest of the night trying hard to tell them the third thing, I just really really want to tell someone at that point, I never even said it out loud before. But I can't. I can't say the goddamn word.

I ask the person how they found me anyf

way, and they show me this ad they found online. Thrns out my own mother put out an ad of me as ,,delusional" because apparently in dreamland it's normal to advertise who is mad so people can find them and ask them stuff and watch them do things. That obviously pisses me off. These ads are sorta like wanted posters. A picture of the person, under it their personality traits and ,,type of madness" and where to find them. That really pisses me off. My own mother did that.

By the time the person leaves, I still haven't told them the word. I just can't. Like irl.

The dream shifted into another one about some underground school cafeteria.

I woke up with the thought of ,,they had it so much worse, they wouldn't have taken it seriously if you told them anyway".

So yeah, that's an example of how my dreams are designed to fuck with my emotions. :P

My dreams are purposefully attacking me, I swear to god. They are carefully and specifically crafted to mess me up, and it’s always these ones I remember the most. Coincidence? Probably not.