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Oneirophrenia|🖤

The term 'Oneirophrenia' describes a state where a person becomes confused about the distinction between reality and dream as if they were living in a dream state. The Oxford Dictionary of Psychology defines oneirophrenia a 'dreamlike state of consciousness.

Tw: Panic attack, blood, torture... Prison Dream, and angst. I think you can guess the TWs.

If you want to know why I started with this mental state, read AN at the bottom.

Also, summer had started, and I'm exhausted, and the doktor predicted that I'll probably sleep much more that normal, and my whole summer is stuffed with programs, but I'll try to update when I can. Can't promise long chapters tought.

Pain. Dream loved feeling it. Not because he was a masochist, no. It just... Made him know that he was awake. He always had a hard time determine if he's sleeping or awake, and pain gave him the comfort of sureness.

However the constant dying and respawning, and the torture, slowly made his brain numb the pain sensors. (I will make a chapter about this later.) The first time he noticed it, when another wave hit him.

This feeling is strange. You can't explain how it feels exactly, and it's not that great. It's like you are lucid dreaming, and you know it. Your brain just tells you.

Exept that you aren't dreaming.

But when Dream didn't felt the familyar burning agony, he assumed he was sleeping. Altought the action was hard to come by, he decided to let his body rest. He closed his eyes, and drifted off.

When he opened them some time later, he was sure that he woke up. Then the sight of his burned hand confused him.

Why was it injuried?

And why was there no pain?

He decided to just try it, and walked into the lava.

He respawned.

And dipped his other hand in the lava.

The pain never came.

What?

Confusion flushed over him, and he starred at the lava. Backing up into the corner formed by the chest and the wall, falling down to the hard obsidian floor, his butt hitting it. He pulled his leggs up to him.

This is a dream.

He's stuck in a dream.

He can't wake up.

He can't wake up.

Don't panic, he told himself, sir will wake you up. Sir will save you.

He saw the lava part, and confusion hit him once again. God he hated this feeling.

Why would he dream with sir?

He must have tuned out Quackity, because the other brought down a knife, drawing blood.

Dream didn't reacted. He was dreaming, so it didn't hurt tge slightest.

"Why would I dream about this?" He mumbled, but the duck hear anyways. He shot a questioning look at Sam, who was in the cell, Dream just didn't noticed him. The creeper hybrid shrugged, eyes focused on the prisoner who poked the new wound, muttering something about realistic details.

"You aren't dreaming." The statement made the man froze.

What?

He voiced his comfusion, insisting how his torturer was only messing with him. He even let out a rapsed laugh.

But sir had never lied to him.

Panic slowly raised in his chest, making his stomach clench, throat closing. He started choking on air, and trying to rip out his air. Pain never came. He saw nothing, everything was blurred, voices loud, mixing into a static sound. He couldn't feel the hands on him. He couldn't feel anything, like his skin sensors weren't functioning....

Boring A/N yeey!

So first, you might be confused.

It's so detailed despite the lack of information about this state.

No I did not made it up.

I uhh... God this is harder than I imagined...

I got diagnosed with Oneirophrenia a while ago.

The only reason I know I'm not in a dream is because I feel pain, causing it to myself.

Nothing permanent, anything painfull can do.

It started when I started school. It felt unreal and I was convinced that I'm dreaming.

Hell, I still think this isn't real.

Pain can't always ground me and I had several panic attacks because of it.

This feeling is... Something really disturbing, and I hate it. I try distract myself, but it's not always working.

There are moments where I know I'm not dreaming, but later I get so unsure.

Maybe this is all my imagination.

But that wouldn't make sense, since you can't dream about something you never saw.

Sorry, I'm talking nonsense.

Farevell 'till next time.