necro's dreams

official as of 1.20.25

• i had a different mother in this dream, and a different sister. in the dream, my mother was mentally unstable and captured by a group of people with bad intentions. my sister and i had gotten her outside of the house she was kept in, and some people had grabbed her. i ran a few people over (in a car) trying to get her back. someone on our side took her and went down a trail that split off into three, i got lucky and chose the right one. the trail morphs into a train, and we all get off at a station. outside, my sister and i are fighting to contain my mom and get her into a car. 2 other people insisted we let her go so we can see where she wants to run off to, maybe it's important. we listen and stay at the car. my pov switches into one of the two people as they follow my mom down an alley. there's a homeless camp and my mom ducks under a sheet, which leads into a building that seems to be a prison. my pov switches to basically a fly on the wall. in both pov's, i am helpless and can't make any decisions or take any action. the two people watch her for a while, but don't notice when she slips out a door. there's a mens side to this prison, and one noticed when my mom slipped out. he brought her to his room. it goes back to the two people, where a woman comes up to them and describes in great detail what happened to my mom. that she was dead when they found her. the people come back to me and my sister, and describe what they know and apologize for not watching her better. for stopping us from getting her to safety. my sister is crying, and i'm angry. i killed people to get her to safety, and she still died in the end at the hands of a brutal man.
• this one is reocurring. the dream starts off great, normal. i'm in a basic day, doing my daily activities. at some point, i start to feel anxiety like something is looming over me. more often, i end up in this house where i start off trapped on the bed. my body feels paralyzed, and i feel a bad presence watching me. sometimes i wake up before it gets near me, sometimes it's at my side when i finally open my eyes. this "awake" state is sometimes still in the dream and i can't tell if i'm awake or not. sometimes, i am but in sleep paralysis. i try to scream, try to alert someone that i need help, but my voice doesn't work. at most, i can breathe a little heavier. i always fall back asleep, where the dream starts off good again. i always end up back in this house, though it usually progresses to where i can move about. i still can't leave the house. every loop, the presence gets closer and closer to me. every loop, i wake into sleep paralysis. every loop, the presence comes closer and closer to real life with me. when i actually wake up, i'm so distrustful of it and it takes me at least several hours to feel confident i'm not still asleep. sometimes, i question if my daily life is real or not.
• i'm at a house party, i think i'm supposed to be working and helping the guests with drinks and such. it's getting late and as it gets darker and darker, i notice more people i'm working with are leaving. i'm told to stay until the end, until it's just me and the guests. i notice more of the guests are starting to look familiar; old club guests i danced for previously, a club owner and his girlfriend, staff. in real life, all of these are people who have made me uncomfortable at one point. the unease is starting to settle in when the club owner recognizes and corners me for a "chat" in one of the outdoor areas. i'm not interested in talking, and i'm not looking at him when he approaches. at his insistence, i turn around and see a group of men with him. every single one has a malicious look in their eyes, the one where you just know you're in danger. no words have to be spoken for you to know what's going to happen to you. the fear has me paralyzed in my sleep and i can't wake myself up. in my dream, i take off running inside, looking for a safe spot to hide or a safe person for help. the men are chasing after me, and i manage to find a hidden spot they shouldn't know about that leads into the attic. i've just climbed up and latched the door when i hear their voices directly below, trying to find where i went and listing off the known hiding spots in the house. i wait for them to leave so i can call for help, then try to call anyone trusted i can think of. right as someone answers, the attic door starting jiggling like someone is trying to open it. i've already locked it from the inside, but have to use my full weight to keep it closed while trying to quietly communicate what's going on. the dream morphs into something else equally as hateful and scary after this.
• my coworkers and i are trying to set up offices across different locations, within an incredibly short time. we're all stressed, and having to split off to different locations to get more covered. i had left work this day to drive the several hours back home, and the road turned into basically railroad tracks. i was trying not to speed too heavily because my car felt like i was losing control of it going around curves, but the truck behind me was heavily tailgating. every time i braked slightly, i was terrified they were going to hit me. i ended up having to speed up over a curve, and as i started accelerating, the road (railroad tracks) seemed to get bumpier and more scary. i eventually lost control. the point of view went to third person, where i watched my car spin off twisted and mangled tracks. i wasn't in my body, i was just like some third party watching the carnage of my car and body. the dream quickly moved onto news coveraged of what happened, that there was a semi ahead of me that had caught some wire or cable in the tracks and torn everything up for miles ahead. i just happened to be the first victim. the end of the dream, i heard my phone ringing and watched messages popping up on my phone asking when i was getting back to the office, with a list of new things that needed to be done. no one would know i wasn't going to respond.
• for backstory, i've been trying to find and contact my sister for years. i just recently called a leasing office for where she may be. in my dream, i had found two locations where she may be. i was so certain that if she wasn't in one, she was in the other. the first was a prison, i visited and checked in to see my sister. they said "sit down and we'll call you up when she's ready." while waiting, i heard some girls saying that the prison was lying to me and that i wasn't going to see my sister. i was upset and confused because i didn't understand why they would act as if my sister was there. the second location, i found out later, was a house. those girls at the prison were keeping my sister hostage with an "adoptive" family. i ended up having to break in to free her, which resulted in murdering half of the people inside the house just to get to her. she kind of hesitated when we were ready to leave, and i had to just tell her that i had so much blood on my hands and she had no choice. i did eventually get her out, but not without the image imprinted in my brain of prying eyeballs from peoples' faces.
• i don't remember this one as well, just enough that there were bugs under my skin and making pockets within my bones to nestle in. my leg had to be cut open, basically flayed open, and i just saw thousands of little bugs wiggling around in these little pockets they made. they looked like massive ticks, maybe 6 or 7 times the average tick size, and had to basically be scooped out. i couldn't be put under, and i ended up having to walk around holding my leg's skin together. i still feel the bugs moving under my skin and this dream was weeks ago.
• this one feels like a hazy memory i'm barely holding on to. no matter how many times i woke up throughout the night (many), i always fell back into this dream. with you, in the middle of a roadtrip. the part i remember, and miss the most, was a stop at a gas station. we got out of the car to get something to drink, and you threw me over your shoulder, kissing my side. it was sunset and that perfect vegas night air, the kind where you just want to stretch out in it and enjoy the temperature before it gets too hot. i remember just feeling at home, and so beyond content. giggling over the way your kiss tickled my skin, the jitter of my nerves at not having my feet on the ground, hearing your laugh and feeling it vibrate against me. i miss you, i miss what could have been. when i don't have nightmares, i dream about you. i wish i didn't, and i wish you'd leave my head. waking up feels so miserable, and i grieve the life i could have lived every night. i wish you would stop haunting me. oddly enough, you are the one ghost that should have moved on.
• i'm not even sure how to describe this one. it was our world, but like a parallel, where the sky was constantly grey and doom felt just around the corner. i was with three other girls, and we were trapped in this community that kind of seemed like a cult. i want to say we were like angels, maybe, but more just in appearance as that was the only thing special (real basic version of angels, with the wings). the other girls and i were basically slaves to these men. they had to work in kind of a brothel, while i was given more freedom. the freedom came at the cost of being tasked with anything and everything (i don't remember much, but i do remember it wasn't worth not being stuck in the brothel). i refused something at one point and my wings were cut off my body as punishment. the view switched to above me, where i saw my body laying facedown and my back covered in just the most horrific gore. each vertebrae looked to be snapped or crushed, with my skin shredded open around the mess. i watched my limbs twitching, then a decay growing across my body. while there weren't any special powers we got to have, the wings seemed like a lifeforce. without them, it was just rapid rotting and decay. as if every terminal illness hits you at once. i got to watch myself die, while feeling anger for the situation and pity for the unfair death.
• i had a different sister, a younger one. we were at a conference, and i had spent all day looking for you. my sister started throwing a fit over her outfit, so we went to a private room so i could help her get it sorted. something happened, and i needed help immediately. i can't quite recall, but i remember having to cover my sister and i and begging a woman for help. she asked who i needed and i called for you by name. while she looked for you, i felt regret i think? it's been a while. why would i call for you? she found you and brought you to me, then went to help my sister. i sat on the stairs, watching you walk up to me, and just apologized for bothering. you're busy, it's why i couldn't find you. and here i am, basically a stranger, making you stop what you're doing to help me. you sat with me for a moment to make sure i was okay, then left. my sister and i made to leave and i just felt it. i turned around and you had run back, you told me you wanted to give me another minute. that minute turned into two, then ten, then thirty. you walked my sister and i back home and made sure we got in safely. you kissed me goodbye and it was like i could breathe again. like i found what i was missing. the ultimate sigh of relief. i asked for just one more. just one more to feel settled and peaceful. i woke up before you could. who even are you?
• i'd been at a bar with my ex, neither of us having a good time. when i left, i ended up with a hovering view of some random man getting in his car, drunk. the view followed him as he started driving home, following behind a car he seemed to think was his friend. the aura coming from it felt full of malice, like whoever was driving it had bad intentions. the drunk guy took a wrong turn, clearly trusting the car in front of him more than his own senses. what seemed like halfway down the road, he turns into an apartment complex. i remember looking for the other car and not seeing it, and thinking that the drunk guy must have realized he was in the wrong area and corrected himself. there was just a feeling in the back of my head that something was off. the view changed to first person, and i was following two of my friends towards our apartments with someone next to me. i had reached for my door but caught a glimpse of my friends walking off, away from their door, and decided to see what they were doing. i'd started walking toward their door when one came running back, asking me to unlock their door for him. i did, and he ushered me and the person with me inside. i turned, looking for his girlfriend and she was nearly to the door. only the man behind her was inches away from her. i watched as my friend shut and bolted the door on her, watched the unknown man's face light up with a smile, and watched the knife coming up from his side. after the door shut, it had gotten oddly quiet. after a while, my friend opened the door again to an empty view. he wanted to go look for his girlfriend and i wanted to just get home. we left, him going in one direction, and myself towards my door. the person with me was more of a figure, unknown, but felt friendly enough to try and protect. we had gotten inside and run upstairs to hide somewhere when i heard it. the man with the knife had managed to get both my friend and his girlfriend back inside their house, upstairs. all i could hear was their screams. i couldn't tell which was worse, being in their shoes or listening to their murders knowing i was going to be next. there was no running from that man.
• this dream started off fine enough but spiraled pretty quickly. for the most part, it was all in one building, the same building. it started off with being in a waiting room, i think for a driving test or something. my mom had taken me in and we’d been waiting for hours. people were getting restless and i was really bored, so i’d taken to walking around the room a bit. the more i looked at the walls and details of the room, the more it changed. it had gone from a waiting room to what looked like a high-end shoe store. my mom was talking to the attendant, but every so often would say something along the lines of “have you found anything yet?” to me. i’d started to drift away from her, moving further down the walls. the shoe displays slowly started to show other products, like clothing and earrings. i’d remembered to check that my earrings were still in, and found that one of my pearl ones was missing. i didn’t typically wear pearl earrings, i didn’t like them, and it was jarring seeing them next to the rings i kept stacked in my ears. looking down, i found what i thought was the missing earring, but then saw a woman also looking for her missing earring. i handed the one i found over, because it seemed more important to her and more likely to be hers. mine were a gift from my mother, and i only cared about losing the one because she’d yell at me for it. as i was searching for it, i’d walked through a dark corridor into another room. a woman came running up to me stating that i needed to return to my mother and that the event was about to start. i told her i’d be there in a moment, which earned me a punishment of arranging room curtains before i could go back to my mom. in the corridor, everything seemed so fancy. i was in high-end clothing, and it felt like i was attending a gala of some sort. the second i started toward the curtains i was supposed to arrange, things started to feel less fancy and more “forbidden,” i guess. the walls were lined with tiny double-stacked rooms, akin to beds on train carriages, but bigger. the curtains covered the openings in long drapings, allowing for privacy. it seemed each “room” had layers and layers of curtains, and they were set to be arranged in a specific way. the sides needed to be ruffled and looped and draped ever so nicely, with the main section in between being layered elegantly. inside the rooms were call girls at work. the end of the working night seemed to be coming, so most rooms were emptying out. i was supposed to be making everything look nice with two other girls, a privilege really, that i was on curtains and not sex work. we were going through them one by one until we got to one room tucked away in a dark corner. it was quiet but felt off. just walking near it gave us bad chills, the other two girls stepping back and refusing to go near. the work had to be done, though. i stepped forward, and a force felt like it pushed me inside. the man inside had two women with him, both bruised and red. they couldn’t see me—it was like i was looking at remnants of a memory. i watched the man assault one of the women, and when he turned, the other woman very quickly checked on her. when the man started to turn back, both women moved very quickly back into position, more muscle memory than conscious choice. i tried calling for help for them when it felt like i was dragged backward. the other two girls i was with had pulled me out of the room. it was pitch black for them; they had not seen what i had. we gave up on fixing the curtains for that room as the dark energy seemed to pour out even stronger. i knew if it touched me, it was going to force me to watch whatever happened to those women next. learn why they were no more than spirits now. we ran back to the front, where i grabbed the younger girl to take directly out of the area and hopefully off to do something better.
• all over the world in different countries, people were getting "sick". it was like a mix of the plague and a zombie virus, they were deathly pale and mentally gone, but extremely dangerous and would make others sick. i'd visited another country and watched the illness spread through their community, and seen on the news it happening everywhere else. bit by bit, entire populations were falling ill. those that were ill were terrifying, you'd have to run for your life to get away from them before they could get you. while mentally gone, they were very aware of their surroundings and others, whether someone was alive or not. going back home, i'd tried warning my community about what was going to happen. we'd had a few people that were ill but not many. the day it happened and my community fell, it happened in "phases", three to be specific. the first wave, birds came flying out from everywhere. tunnels, vents, holes in the walls, manholes, absolutely everywhere. they were able to change their state of being, whether solid or gaseous, to pass through. they'd find their victims and force themselves enmasse into the victims mouths, possessing them and destroying them from the inside out. the birds seemed to have a leader orchestrating the spread of the illness, invisible to me, but it appeared they were following orders. the second wave was cruel, the birds and the first few infected would find others to torture, psychologically and physically. a lot of people died in this wave, their gore painting the city. the goal was to survive that phase, to be strong enough to not be culled. the third and final phase was a total takeover of the community, the fall. having watched and survived the fall of my community, i'd run for sanctuary within another, hoping to warn them. they didn't believe me until the first wave, and by then too many were falling ill. i'd watched a little boy get suctioned to a pipe, through which the birds flew into his mouth and rotted him. i can't exactly remember what happened to the others, but the scene jumped to the beginning of the illness. how it was created and how it escaped containment. scientists were working in a lab and had created a split magnet within what i think was a living being, but not human. the magnet multiplied on its own, but was constantly seeking it's "other half". before the scientists could correct their mistake, it had grown evil and escaped, multiplying over and over and turning humans into what it thought was its other half, destroying the living world. later in the dream, i'd run into the scientists in the city i was hiding in. they'd asked me for help in fixing their mistake, but i didn't trust them. i'd been hearing a voice that seemed to be the leader, still invisible to me, and i'd felt it had taken control of the two men. the dream kind of trailed off into nothing, thankfully.