What Are Nightmares?

What are nightmares? We all have them. I know why everybody has those messed up dreams that they want to get out of. It’s not something but someone. I will tell you who makes and controls your nightmares.

It is based on what type of gender you are. If you are a girl, your nightmare is a girl. On the other hand, if you are a guy, your nightmare is a guy. The creepiest and unsettling part about it is that he or she is you. Well it’s actually not you.

It looks like you, but you can’t see it because our dreams are in first person. He or she has your same hair, nose, hands, everything except your eyes. No your eyes are not cut out or anything. Your eyes actually have no pupils that are just blank, white eyes. But read and listen very closely because I will tell you something about how the nightmare takes over your dreams.

They know where you are going to sleep at. How? Well when you wake up, they follow you all day trying to figure a way to creep you out. When you go to bed it’s above you, facing you.

When you lay down it is floating above you. When you fall to deep slumber it descends towards you and goes inside your body. It goes up your brainstem into your brain. He or she uses the things it has seen and uses it against you. You’re probably wondering why we have good dreams if the nightmares take over our dreams. It’s because the nightmare can’t think of anything so they set you off to a good dream.

I bet your wondering how I know all of this. I know this because when I have conquered my nightmares, my nightmare actually came to me and told me this information in my dream. As you are listening to this, make sure that he or she is not behind you, watching you.

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