2:09am
I had a nightmare which occurred after another dream sequence where I had the choice to go back in time two years earlier to view my school, except in the dream, aspects about my school were off and had clearly changed. But anyways, the nightmare after that consisted of me seeing this man and his dog walking along this run-down industrial part of London, where the scaffolding over me let sunlight pass through it so it allowed for a beautiful, orange glow to settle in. A man and his dog ambling by appear to be homeless, and I think the man was selling bottles of water and I felt sorry for him, so I asked if I could have a chat about his life just to know how things were going for him on the road. He appeared grateful and cheery and told me some strange stuff about himself and his dog which I cannot specifically remember, but I do remember his dog biting my hand and keeping it in her mouth. (she didn't have any gums though so it didn't hurt, but it felt really uncomfortable and was the first unnerving moment of the nightmare) The man expressed how she 'did that a lot.' The peculiar thing about the sequence of this nightmare is that I cannot recall what happened after this which made the man turn so evil. Through the course of my dream I've noticed there had been some 'blank spots' or 'synapses' between events and settings. Whether it was something that I did or not, (the former being most likely the case) the dream took an extremely dark turn. Next thing I knew, it was night time. I was no longer walking through tawny lit streets, but running where my local shops where next to a main road at night. This was literally the common 'chase scene' people in dreams experience, but I find it was a lot darker than a conventional one since my mind told me I was running away from somebody who wanted to kill me. The man for some reason wanted to kill me and I still cannot remember what I did. First of all, I sprinted into a charity shop and was able to hide pretty well, but did not tell anyone what was happening. After a while I reckoned I needed to move, so I ran along the streets again until I found this black car with open doors, where I jumped inside it and tried to hide beneath the driving wheel where the breaks are. Unfortunately, people noticed this abrupt movement and drew attention to the car, resulting in the man finding me. This was the pinnacle of my nightmare, but ironically enough, I'm unable to remember what happened after that. One example of the last few parts of my dream were (I think?) the man getting arrested and me telling my story, to which the people at the charity shop didn't really care and celebrated the fact that this guy was a psycho. To ease my pain of the acknowledgement that everyone was a complete twat, I went inside this makeup store and tried on some concealer that was too light and too pink-toned, which as can be inferred, didn't cheer me up at all. The last thing I remember was the same guy sending me a virus not allowing me to go on my tumblr simply because he didn't like some art I shared. He messaged to me on FB (??? Why tf did I have him on FB) "You don't deserve to be happy" in this really whiny, not exactly intimidating tone. I was still pissed off about the virus, and I still don't know what happened to his dog. Hope it's doing okay in that timeline; despite the fact it sucked onto your hand it was actually pretty sweet. This dream probably has so, so much symbolism in it about where my life is and what my anxieties are and how they need to be solved.
