The start of the dream is a little blurry, but from I recall it starts in the hallway of my home beige it was remodeled.
Walking into the old room it seemed normal, and I seemed young, too young. Maybe around 4 or 5 when I used to actually sleep in that room. My father is with me, talking about something but I'm not quite sure as I'm looking around the room. Something seems off, but I'm hesitant to what it is, stadinf towards the end of the room I turn around to look to the front. The room was long and not very wide, all jokes aside.
the room had shifted, a mattress suddenly appearing on the floor, walking towards the front of the room I watched as the floor seemed to rot away. But I'm only moderately phased by this. Now somewhere along the line it had crossed my mind that this is my room and I have to sleep here. But my dad only pushed it aside, saying something on the lines of, of oh it's fine.
So taking his word I ignored the sudden scuttle and clamor of mice as I sat down on the bed. Clothes littering it as I walked the barren floor supports. The carpet and lining carpet underneath already ripped out, I think it was rotting. Standing on the bed I was more or so disgusted, but none the less I sat down, I even tried to lay down. But everything was wet, the clothes the comforter, everything was so rundown.
I woke up somewhere around there, and for some reason the dreams been bugging me. The bizarre nostalgia making me uncomfortable, the way the wet clothes seemed to be scattered everywhere. And yet still seemingly coming from nowhere.
Maybe I'll keep up with this, not too sure, but I'm certainly sure that I'll never run out of bizarre dreams.
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Dreams
RandomI have weird dreams, they tell me too much about me, but at the same time. I don't want to forget... Yes these are actual dreams I dream, no matter how odd they maybe.
