My dreams (Actually. Not, like, what I want to be, no. Actual dreams I had).

6-6-22

For some reason, the dream started out with me switching from a tampon to a pad. I don't know why. I was in my bathroom, but when I walked out, I was at my grandmothers house. 

Everything seemed the same. It was dark, so I would guess around 10 at night? The lamp was dim, but it was on. It was that old black one they got rid of a while ago. I was completely alone. I went over and sat on the couch. There was a blanket covering my legs. 

Suddenly, I heard this voice. It came from under the couch, the crack between the couch wall and the cushions. It told me to "C'mon, just give it to me. It's right in front of you. It's not like you need it anymore, anyway. I thought he was talking about this bag of jolly ranchers I had on the floor by the couch, so I tried to give it to the voice but he said that it wasn't correct. 

I realised he was talking about my hand, which WAS right in front of me, but it was still attached to me. So, I took off my hand (I dunno how, it wasn't ugly or anything. There was just more skin where the flesh would be on both sides.) I held my severed hand by the wrist in my other hand, pushed it into the cracks in the couch, and yanked the voice out from under the cushions. 

It LOOKED like SCP-999, but this thing was NOT SCP-999. 999 was better than this thing. It felt like jello. Also, the wiggly rim st the bottom was green, not still orange. Definitely not 999. 

It was struggling in my hand as it tried to get away from me, but I put my severed hand back on and started tearing it to shreds. I was really angry. I tore it into a bunch of pieces, anf then instead of throwing them away, I got napkins and a pen or something, and I put names on the napkins. 

I think I named one of them chicken? I said something about my cousin while I was writing on the napkins. I think I thought something like "I don't care what you think, only a woman calls that a chicken," and I thought of my cousin. I wrote Chicken on one of the napkins, and other names on the other napkins. 

I think there were 3 big jello pieces and 2 small jello pieces. I opened a drawer and started separating alk the little jellies, covering them in napkins. I guess I wanted to keep them separated in case they started trying to form together again, but I wasn't going to throw them away.

I remember seeing an extra piece of jello, so I went back to the napkins and pen and wrote "Bryan," on another napkin so I could label that piece of jello and put it in the drawer. 

By the time I saw the extra piece of jello, I could hear the TV from my great grandmothers room. I could hear it coming closer to the kitchen (which had a door for some reason, thank the gods) and I had a REALLY bad feeling. I ran back to the jello and put it in the drawer with it's buddies, still separated by the napkins. I could still hear the TV getting really loud, like it was getting closer to the door, and I felt terrified. 

And then my dad woke me up and asked about a mini desk my friend got me for my birthday ;-;