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I've never jumped into wakefullness from a dream.
Never.
Before now anyway.
I've woken up crying, I've woken up almost laughing, I've even woken up and wondered if im actually awake or not because my dream had consisted of waking up and going to the toilet but never actually getting there, but repeated fifty thousand times.
I swear to god this is why dreamcatchers are a thing, my dreams never get this bad when i have one.
Started off pretty typical. Weird situation, feels normal, missing certain dream qualities so even though im unusually free thinking for a dream it feels particularly real.
Brother took me to a store to replace the batteries in his xbox controller. I went down an escalator and saw some dream mates (in other words they dont exist in real life but we were friends apparently)
We went house shopping.
Then my dream switches and im living with my grandparents, i learn about this cool crepe maker that i thought was just a fancy milk pourer, and then im living with my dad cause the house hunting went bad.
House had a history. Some girl was raped and killed in the very room i was sleeping in. This detail became very important later.
I had a fight with dad, wandered off into the night and i get picked up by some lady who claimed to be dads mate, hed already said a mate was going to pick me up earlier so i believed her and got in the car. Which looked more like it belonged to one of mums friends than dads but i guess dad can have some poor friends too... I guess.
She drives and i just get comfy in my seat. She tels me we aren't going anywhere, just cruising around town so i can cool off since im clearly upset.
She starts talking about how she feels bad for me, how terrible i must feel about moving back in with my parents after fighting it for so long. And having to live in the same room a girl was raped and killed in. That must feel dreadful and scary.
And all those hit and runs happening in town.
there's a kid on a bike on the road ahead of us. We're stationary.
I started to feel unsafe, her tone of voice and that this conversation is completely unneccesary. I began trying to come up with ways to politely ask if she can drop me off home then fuck off.
she's talking about the hit and runs.
How terrible they are and how the parents must feel and those poor children!
she's looking at me.
Then she looks back at the road and starts the car.
The kid on the bike has drifted to the middle of the road. Its the middle of the night but it didn't occur to me to wonder why he was there and not home.
The woman takes one more look at me before the cars moving.
And the bike is over the roof, and the kid under the wheels.
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I woke up then. Jumped awake. I've not been able to get back to sleep since.
So i decided to share this.
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