Tree goblins with masks and blacked out eyes would come down from the trees and hide in my roof and make strange noises that sounded like scratching and low squeals and every night for a week or so I knew they were in my roof because I could hear them as they kept me up at night swispering cheekily your going to die” we will kill you” till eventually one night they actually came down from the trees and crept into my house in a hurry hoping to kill me but I was prepared . I heard them tell me they wanted me dead. So I had been planning with my what I assumed to be my black sisters that we would hide inside cuboards , remove blankets .. clothing then cover ourselves to hide from the devil tree creatures.
They managed to kill one lady that lived on the same street , down the rd from our house that was the house I lived in with my parents . The one they sold five years ago.
I managed to hide quite well with my sisters. I did have run ins with these creatures on occasion but got away, but also close enough if I had slipped up or not been on my feet they would have surely killed me. As they had knives and other weapons they would use to hack and stab people in their sleep.
Ther main killing feature is they would wait for you to be in your deepest sleep then jump on top of you and stab you directly in your chest multiple times while you scream ....they would laugh and had the most horrible giggles also singing weird as fuck songs while they stab you.
Sometimes in the morning I would walk out the front and they would have moved my furniture outside , one morning they had blocked the front door with wood and my huge fridge that looked exactly like the fridge my parents had in that house.
I could not sleep at night as I was terrified of these monsters . Hiding in cuboards and hiding myself under my jackets , shoes , blankets anything I could find. Under beds and in small crevices. You couldn’t wear white at night as they would spot you from a mile away so everyone would dress in black clothing to hide from the monsters.
Fuck I need to wake up I thought to myself”
Am I deadset going to freak out over this dream and get killed by these fucking things - apparently my brain was like hold the fuck up your waking up this shit is CRAZY.
But I was so tired, I would try to wake myself then doze off again back to being petrified of a fucking dream that only exists in my head.
But I eventually wake up, sweating . In a panic and text my friend a short version of my night terror .
This is a draft of one of many of my night terrors I’m deciding to write them down in detail and post about them in hopes I can start to manage my problem that has been afflicting me for the last 15yo of my life. Causing me to have paranormal dreams, paranoia, anxiety, stress and insomnia to say the least it has been affecting my life a lot more these days .
I would like to be able to control my dreams and have been documenting them and practicing lucid dreaming . Once I almost achieved this . It was in a dream of me as a small child a vivid memory I have of me and my family at the beach . I was playing in the water and saw a blue bottle. It was almost about to wrap its self around my legs and sting me when I had a thought if I touch it and it doesn’t hurt me this means I’m dreaming” FUCKING BINGO!
Then BAM my cat crashes into furniture and knocks over something in my bedroom and I wake up.
I kinda gave up on it and that was 6 months or so ago now . The night terrors have been getting progressively more vivid and real with a more darker brutality.
Anyways this is my dream journal entry number one. It’s definitely a draft and I won’t go over any spelling mistakes but I though maybe some other people could relate to this and not feel alone.
dailybridgerton
theartofmadeline
titsay
annaxmalina
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