SweetSiren
I rarely, rarely have nightmares. I hardly consider this a nightmare because it's not something I am consciously afraid of. But it did get my heart racing amidst the dream, so it's the closest thing to a nightmare I've experienced in a while. Also, if I have a dream I find particularly odd or out of my norm, then it is saying something I probably need to hear.
I had just got back from the library at night and I'm pulling out my keys as I head to my door. I look over, and there's someone dressed as a clown hacking away at my neighbors mailbox with an axe. I am immediately terrified, and as I fumble to get the door open, he charges at me. I make it into my house, and I stay there scared trying to figure out a way to catch him.
The next day rolls around, and somehow the word got out about my experience. The guy who was dressed as a clown was at my door (dressed normal), along with a group of people from the neighborhood. They tell me that he is doing good work and motivating the neighborhood. However many hacks he gives your mailbox is how many books he sees you reading. So if you're mailbox is obliterated... you're well-read. They looked at me like, "Duh!"
For a moment, I felt a bit silly for getting so scared. Then, I snapped back to reality and thought, "He walks around at night dressed as a clown... with an axe... HOW IS THIS NOT A GIANT RED FLAG?"
The most important part for me and what makes it stand out is the end of my dream. I typically just go with the flow of my dreams, no matter how absurd they are. But this time, I looked at its absurdity square in the face and said, "Noooo way." Could this just be I'm getting better at learning to lucid dream? It's not something I'm working on currently, but it usually happens when I see how absurd something is, like a key that gets me out of my normal dream state. This is different, though. I was wrapped up in how bizarre these people were and I was just dumbfounded by how trusting they were of this guy.
I had just got back from the library at night and I'm pulling out my keys as I head to my door. I look over, and there's someone dressed as a clown hacking away at my neighbors mailbox with an axe. I am immediately terrified, and as I fumble to get the door open, he charges at me. I make it into my house, and I stay there scared trying to figure out a way to catch him.
The next day rolls around, and somehow the word got out about my experience. The guy who was dressed as a clown was at my door (dressed normal), along with a group of people from the neighborhood. They tell me that he is doing good work and motivating the neighborhood. However many hacks he gives your mailbox is how many books he sees you reading. So if you're mailbox is obliterated... you're well-read. They looked at me like, "Duh!"
For a moment, I felt a bit silly for getting so scared. Then, I snapped back to reality and thought, "He walks around at night dressed as a clown... with an axe... HOW IS THIS NOT A GIANT RED FLAG?"
The most important part for me and what makes it stand out is the end of my dream. I typically just go with the flow of my dreams, no matter how absurd they are. But this time, I looked at its absurdity square in the face and said, "Noooo way." Could this just be I'm getting better at learning to lucid dream? It's not something I'm working on currently, but it usually happens when I see how absurd something is, like a key that gets me out of my normal dream state. This is different, though. I was wrapped up in how bizarre these people were and I was just dumbfounded by how trusting they were of this guy.