Personal Experience

This is a personal experience and I haven’t really talked about it since it happened. Before I go on, I want to say that there’s no way my cats did this since my room was well below 0 degrees Celsius at night since it wasn’t insulated and had holes in the walls. They stayed upstairs where it was habitable.

A while ago, I had this dream where I was looking at myself from above my body. That’s not unusual for me, and I watched myself sleep on a bed that wasn’t mine. There wasn’t anything in the dream besides the bed and myself, but there wasn’t a darkness or emptiness surrounding me either, it was just vast nothingness.

Pretty abruptly, I was surrounded by this incredibly dark purple with lighter spots that weren’t exactly spots, more like where light comes in when you peek through blinds. 6 human-ish figures with cloaks were on each side of the bed, with another, larger figure at the foot. They never moved. They just hurt me by wanting to, as in they wanted me to have a giant gash in my leg and so I did. I knew which ones were hurting me somehow, and the largest was clearly happy about what was going on.

Time didn’t work right in this dream. Normally I’ll feel like whatever’s happening takes a few minutes and then I wake up. Time seemed to work the way it does when I’m awake and it seemed like hours went by where they just hurt me then healed me enough that I’d feel the most pain.

The largest one shrunk to my height and took his cloak off. He was the person I’m dating and he told me about how he only wanted to earn my trust so this would hurt more when he finally did it. Usually I only remember what I say in dreams and whether or not people ignore me, not what they say.

They hurt me more, and while I couldn’t move anyway, I didn’t see a reason to after what he said. This is another thing that was odd. While I’m very meek is real life and try to stay silent unless it’s absolutely necessary not to, in dreams I always speak up and fight back.

Eventually I was just lying there on the bed alone with a small cut on my foot and one on my leg. I started moving towards the body I was looking at and the bed looked more and more like the one I had fallen asleep in. Once I finally merged with the body I’d seen getting hurt I woke up.

I talked to the guy in the dream about it and he seemed pretty upset by how upset I was and comforted me. I calmed down and tried to forget about it until I got ready to take a shower and saw scars where the two cuts had been in the dream.

(This was an anonymous submission)

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