First time lmao.

Date: 8/27/2019

I’ve been having vivid dreams again. Not like. Really adapting to my life just. Vivid to the point where it feels real. Where, if it’s a nightmare, I wake up crying or choking back a scream. This one was. Absolutely fucking terrifying. Sorry for my language I guess. This one started right when I fell asleep. I mean. That’s how dreams work or something. Anyways. It felt. Normal. I was lying in my bed. My phone at my side. My tv monitor casting a red glow in the room and the moon light shining through the cracks of the blinds. However. I was awake. Awake but barley. I was drifting. Then it hit me. Dread. Fear. The feeling of uneasiness. Somethings going to happen and my brain is panicking. Not sure what to do. Finally. It happens. I hear dragging outside my room. In the hall. Sobbing is following the sound of limping or dragging. Then, I hear my door handle jingle. Like when you lazily slam your hand on the knob in attempt to open it quickly. That jingle. At this point, I’m staring. With wide eyes. My hands are gripped around my blanket and I can feel my skin tingle with warmth and goosebumps. My hearts beating and I can feel it. The dread is back and I know whatever is out there isn’t good. But. It’s also like deja vu or whatever. Like I felt this before. In the background, my ears catch the sound of my dog barking outside. At the time I fell asleep, it was two in the morning. My dog was inside, sleeping in my parents room. There would be no way my dog would be outside. That was running through my head. And the thought of whatever outside having to deal with it scared me. Finally. It happened. The door creaked open. Slowly. So fucking slow. But then slammed open at the last second, hitting the rim of my closet. From what I see. The house is dark. And my eyes take a minute to adjust. But for some reason. I don’t need light to see what the fuck is standing in my doorway. Standing there. Is a woman. I don’t know what she looks like. I never concentrated on that part. Only her face. Her neck was so jagged. Crooked. It looked gross. It had vent bumps. Like she was slammed so hard on a pole. Like a cartoon. Then was her hair. Messy. Like it was shaved in some parts, leaving bald spots whilst some strands poked up in a frizzy motion. Then was her lips. Dry and gross. With the top of her lip cut upwards, revealing her gums and beginning of her teeth. Her nose was normal. A bit bent and out of shape. Finally. Her eyes. Or eye. Her right eye. Was fucked. Cut clean down the middle. A scar traveling up and down her eyelid. Blood was gushing out. Her whole face was bloody and seemingly mutilated. She blinked. Wincing at the pain. She was horrifying. And then she got closer. Taking a few steps. As she stepped closer. I noticed a shard of glass clamped in her right hand, blood coursing down her fingers and palm from the tight tension of the sharp shard cutting into her skin. That’s when I started crying. Begging for her to leave me alone. I was huddled up in the corner of my bed, throwing pillows now. Hoping she would go away but she just continued walking. Till she was looming over me, staring with wide bloody eyes. “ Who am I. “ She would mumble. It wasn’t even a question. Just a blank statement of ‘ who am I’ like she doesn’t know. Nobody knows. And she’s asking. Then she mumbled again. “ I can’t help you. No no. Not me. “ I was confused. Confused and scared. What the fuck was she saying. I just wanted her gone. If I knew this was a dream I would’ve begged to wake up. “ Learn from me. Help yourself. “ Was the last thing she mumbled. Before she dropped the shard of glass. She was now lifting her bloody hand up, curling up her fingers until only her index finger was held up. She stared at me with a wide unnerving smile, telling me to just be patient. Calming fucking words. How I would be fine. All whilst just standing there. She then winked with her one good eye and jammed her finger into her bloody ripped eye socket. Once that was done, she moved her fingers to form a fist. Slamming her whole fist into her know destroyed eye. Slamming and slamming until she jabbed a whole dent in her fucking skull. She did it three times before wobbling closer, her body not even fit to stand. So she toppled forward. On my bed. Blood everywhere. On my blanket. My stuffed animals. My feet and my face. The walls were splattered. As she laid there. Gasping for air. “ Good luck. “ Last word. Last part of the dream. That’s when I woke up. Wrenching forward with tears in my eyes and hands sprawled on my face, covering my eyes. I was sweating. A choked scream coming from my mouth silently. Nothing loud. Just a whisper yell. I’m not that scared. Not really. Not now. I’m just concerned. Confused. Idk after experiencing that I decided to make a dream log. So Day one ig.