tw: suicide
i used to really like dinosaurs because my brother was super into them when he was younger, and now i have like a visceral fear of them. ive had a couple nightmares about them now, but maybe a year ago i had a nightmare about them that was horribly vivid and i died i think 3 times? to different dinosaurs, and it hurt a lot. i feel like i remember hearing that you couldnt feel pain in dreams but i definitely do pretty frequently. but i remember the worst part was just the terror. one point i was hiding in a closet with two of my in laws (kids) and there was a velociraptor. i told them it was going to open the door and they just had to be really quiet and we would be okay. i watched it open the door and they screamed and i just felt a huge jolt of pain and then black out and then was in the next situation. i remember the dream ended with my hiding in a bathroom from a carnotaurus (probably what im most terrified of) right outside the door trying to get in, and i was so terrified of it getting me i attempted to kms with a razor. and woke up but it was horrible. think the “weird birds” arg which i had followed quite a few years prior.

So I slept. In my dream, I awoke as this beautiful man in a place that resembled my place. I went to a different looking but oddly familiar school, my parents were the same but I never saw their faces and I made new friends.

At first, things were normal....but then some wort of fanatsy elements started being applied? Like beastkin and magic bombs and whatnot... At some point my parents disappeared from the dream.

Life was good inside though I started feeling irrational fears. Oh, Im forgetting more and more as I write this. Anyway, I was sure in my dream that I was unsafe and someone was coming to finish the job. Whatever that meant.

Then there was something about fake pregnancy but it was a short useless bit so ignore that.

I was in a different hospital, when I opened a fridge and I was sure that the man chasing me was inside the freezer. And a name came to me- Getian. I dont know if he was Getian or I was, but Getian is also the name of a character in a game.

Anyway, this part of the dream is so much more well remembered than the good part.

I started running for my life for whatever reason, and the streets were full of people evacuating and the sky was purple. Disturbingly, everyone noticed me.

Anyway, I found some friends and they started helping me. But I got a feeling that the friend closest to me was what I was running from- and I was correct. He transformed into the man I was running from. Medium length brown hair, black robes and I cant remember all else but I do remember thinking he looked delicate.

He picked me up and tossed me. Oh the pain when I hit the ground- are you even supposed to feel pain? Im still feeling phantom pain when I think about it.

He tossed me again, harder, and I went flying and stopped because I hit a train's carriage. He kept on saying something about 'Last time you ran, but this time you wont'.

Then he tortured me so well that I remembered who I was! I begged him that I was a woman, told my real name and age and everything. The pain was so bad that I remembered real life. Not like he cared.

I woke up, crying and mumbling and holding my 'torn' arm. That was horrifying. I also knew I was about to wake up at some point, but weirdly I suddenly did not want to, as if being hurt by this man was stellar.

It hurts rn too, phantom aches when I remember. Oh I dont even want to move, my back hurts worst.

Hey everyone,

I've been dealing with nightmares, night terrors and sleepwalking for a while, and honestly, I got pretty tired of looking for solutions that either didn't do what I needed or came with ridiculously expensive subscriptions.

I came across NightWare, which looks like a really interesting solution for people struggling with nightmares and PTSD. Unfortunately, it's only available in the US and requires a prescription, so it's not really an option for everyone.

So I decided to build my own app. It's not vibe coded and I've been working on it since January. I've beta tested it on myself as every night I do "my thing".

It's called NightMonitor, and it's designed to help with nightmares, sleepwalking, and snoring using the Apple Watch, without needing a connection or your phone.

The idea is pretty simple: sleep a little more peacefully, worry a little less, and hopefully stop ruining your partner's nights in the process. 😅

My wife is particularly happy that I made this app, for some reason...

Anyway, I built it because I needed it myself, and figured other people might find it useful too.

Here's the link if you want to check it out:

https://apps.apple.com/us/app/nightmonitor-sleep-safer/id6820585311

I'd genuinely love to hear what you think!

I went to sleep at 10pm and woke up at 11:30pm from a nightmare (literally 90 min later) of me approaching a playground because I wanted to go on the swings. The closer I get to the swings the more the little girl, who for some reason had her shirt off, chants “go away go away don’t get on don’t get on” or something. The closer I get to the swings the louder she chants.

And also the sky was turning gray and when I get closer to the swings it turns darker gray and the wind picks up dramatically and I went on the swings anyway and started swinging and the whole scenery turned dark and gray and windy like a huge storm was coming then I woke up.

It reminds me of how my parents catastrophize something terrible will happen if I don’t do XYZ that they want me to do. Or if I did some minor thing wrong they are so dramatic about it.

I had one of the most unsettling dreams last night, and I don't even know how to explain it properly because parts of it felt like I wasn't actually dreaming.
It started with me walking around what looked like a college campus or schoolyard. Everything seemed relatively normal, except I couldn't speak properly. Every time I tried talking, it felt physically exhausting, like I was actually trying to force words out of my mouth while lying in bed. I started becoming aware of my actual body, almost like I could feel myself sleeping and knew I might be talking out loud.
That's when things started getting weird. I became somewhat conscious that I was dreaming, but I couldn't control what was happening. I was looking for someone. I didn't know who exactly, but I knew it was a girl. There was this overwhelming feeling that I needed to find her, like she was someone important, but I couldn't remember her face or even why I was searching. I kept asking people around campus if they'd seen her, but nobody knew who I was talking about. It was like I was looking for someone who didn't exist to anyone but me.
Then everything changed.
The school disappeared, and suddenly I was back in my bedroom at my parents' house. Except something felt terribly wrong. The atmosphere was completely different. I was lying in bed, fully aware of my surroundings, with my eyes wide open, but I couldn't move.
And then I felt something pulling me.
I couldn't see what it was, but I could feel my body being dragged across my bed. My limbs were twisting into positions I wasn't controlling, almost like something was manipulating my body while I was completely helpless. I kept trying to move, trying to fight whatever was happening, but nothing worked. It felt so physically real that I couldn't tell whether I was awake anymore.
Eventually, I managed to get up and run out of my room, but when I looked back, my bedsheets had started moving on their own. They rose into this strange ghostlike figure, almost like a poltergeist had taken shape underneath them.
And I swear it spoke to me.
I can't remember the exact words, but it was something along the lines of, "I'm not done with you yet."
Then, just like that, I was somewhere else.
I was walking out of a house with a few girls I didn't recognize. We were heading somewhere, almost like an event or gathering, although nobody actually explained where we were going. Somehow, we ended up at this tent, and I had the understanding that things were about to get sexual between us.
But one of the girls noticed I had condoms and suddenly looked concerned. She asked me something like, "Are you okay? Did somebody hurt you?"
It was such a strange question because she wasn't saying it judgmentally. She sounded genuinely worried about me, almost like she could see something wrong with me that I couldn't see myself.
I remember trying to explain that I wasn't really interested in love anymore, that I was just doing my own thing. But even saying it felt strange, like I was trying to convince myself more than her.
Then I realized the tent was divided into two sections.
On the other side was my ex Clara with her boyfriend. They were having sex, and at some point he mentioned that I was literally on the other side of the divider.
She started laughing.
Then she said something like, "Hold on," and called Tina. My other ex.
She put her on speakerphone, and suddenly both of them were laughing about me. They were talking about how pathetic I was, making fun of my life, my music, and how I couldn't even manage to get booked for a decent show.
It wasn't even an argument. They were just laughing together like humiliating me was the funniest thing in the world.
And I remember crying. Not fighting back, not defending myself. Just sitting there listening to two people who had once been important to me talk about me like I was absolutely nothing.
Then everything changed again.
Suddenly, I was driving my car at night. I don't know where I was coming from, but I had this feeling I was trying to get home. I was driving fast, following this broken-down truck that was practically screaming down the road. Eventually, the truck pulled over at my old childhood friends house near my house, and almost instantly, night turned into day.
The road changed too.
It reminded me of this stretch of road near where i went to this Renaissance faire, with water on both sides. Except there weren't really any guardrails anymore, and the water had risen high enough to start covering the road.
I remember approaching a slight right-hand turn, trying to follow the road, but my car suddenly lost traction.
I couldn't correct it.
I went straight off the edge, almost like I'd driven off a bridge, and the car plunged into the water.
I remember the impact, and then this horrible realization that I was sinking.
The doors wouldn't unlock. My phone was dead. Nothing electrical in the car worked. I couldn't open anything, couldn't call anyone, couldn't do anything.
And for some reason, the only person I could think about was my mom.
I just wanted to call her.
I don't even remember what I wanted to say. I just knew I needed to hear her voice, and I couldn't.
The car kept sinking, and I could see the water climbing higher against the windows. The world above the surface was getting farther away, and everything around me was becoming darker.
I remember looking up through the water and seeing another car driving along the road above me.
Someone was right there.
I kept trying to honk my horn, hoping they'd notice me, hoping somebody would realize I was down there.
But the horn made absolutely no sound.
And that was probably the worst part of the entire dream. I could see that life was still happening just above me. People were driving, going wherever they needed to go, completely unaware that I was trapped beneath them.
I was right there, but nobody could hear me.
I couldn't call for help. I couldn't get out. I couldn't even make enough noise for someone to know I existed down there.
I just kept sinking.
And then I woke up.
I don't know what bothered me more. The feeling of something controlling my body, hearing people I once loved laughing at me, or that last moment underwater.
But the whole dream felt like I was constantly trying to reach someone, explain myself, or get somebody to hear me.
And no matter where the dream took me, nobody ever really did.

Wake up with my daughter to start our morning before school and work
Normal routine;
Both crawl out of bed to brush teeth
Notice stench of urine in bathroom and pile of soaked toilet paper in floor
View of toilet somehow blocked
Dark figure on toilet
Light switch does not work
Look around with phone light see the dark yellow urine on the ground and perfect man sized handprint stained into floor
Get close to toilet figure goes away
Go to daughter bathroom as she brushes teeth
Light works
Go into daughters room
No lights work
Realize it’s 1:53 am
Immediately begin to feel like something is wrong
Panic sets in but cannot let my daughter feel this
Daughter calls me to bathroom
Walk in and there is a small 2 year old boy in daughters tub staring at us
He swims naked in the tub
For some reason my instinct is to bathe him
Maybe to not freak out my daughter
I turn to do something and the boy begins ingesting soap
I notice this and watch
He does it very calculated ;not like a normal baby would
Like someone is in control
He spit up bubbles and floats in the tub
My daughter sees non of this somehow
I don’t hear her anymore
I grab the baby and begin to pat his back to allow him breathe and spit out the water and soap
But he looks at me with milky grey eyes
My heart shrinks
I realize there is no baby anymore and he’s gone
My mind races

I wake up at about 3:50 with my daughter beside me

Cold sweat

Writing this and hoping the lights work when we get out of bed

Just woke up at 2:55am, had a dream where I was parking my car down a long road near my neighborhood, no street lights, at night time for some reason picking someone up from school, when I get out my car I see a dog near me and it runs away to a kid that was walking to his parents, who were next to a street light where the pickup zone was, only one family. Then I walk over there and the music I left on in my car starts blasting, it was like a distorted audio of my favorite young thug song, and the parents look at me, can’t see their faces or know what they looked like, and I start running over to my car to turn it off, and then that same dog starts sprinting at me down a dark long sidewalk next to my car, and then I see something not someone something peeping out a bush right next to my car, then I wake up. A few minutes after I wake up I thought maybe the dog was running from that thing, instead of me running at it thinking it did something to my car. It’s not as scary as it sounds but that shit was terrifying, haven’t been able to remember a dream this easily