The Trendy Wolf
January 20th, 2014, 02:59 PM
A few days ago I experienced two nights worth of nightmares, and both of them involved the death of those around me, but I didn't recognize the deceased whatsoever. Both nightmares also took place in my own home.
In the first nightmare, there was a man, to whom we referred to as 'dad' despite him having no resemblance to my current father, and he wielded an ax as he chased and killed multiple people in the house. I survived in the dream, but he chased me around, yet he never killed me.
The second nightmare consisted of an invisible threat, perhaps a spirit of some sort, and there were three humans in the same room, one of which was me. The other two people were around my age and I vaguely remember referring to them as 'friends'. The silent, invisible ghost murdered the other two people in the room, and the spirit also chased me around, but never killed me. I was looking around confused, and I occasionally felt a breath slither over my shoulder and down my neck. I couldn't seem to get away from it, as if it were a part of me in the end.
I have made my own interpretations of these nightmares, and I should add that I was experiencing some sort of crazed depression during those two days prior to the dreams. This depression came as a result of a realization of my own loneliness and exclusion from the rest of the students in my school. This wasn't my first time thinking about this, but that particular thought just hit me with a wave of unimaginable, and seemingly unprovoked, emotional distress that lasted for two school days. I was sad, confused, and unable to think clearly whatsoever.
However, the day after the second nightmare, which was the one that I was able to interpret the greatest, I had one of my happiest school days in years where I was giddy, social, friendly, and I enjoyed every second of the day. I'm feeling much better now than I was then, but I still question why that all happened so abruptly.
My interpretations of the nightmares may seem like a stretch, but it's the only possibility that I can think of. I believe that the spirit represented my unconscious urges, and my mind was somehow hinting to my conscious that if I continued to gradually deconstruct my own sanity, then I would eventually become a killer myself, despising or hurting those around me and only hearing my unconscious wants and needs.
In the first nightmare, there was a man, to whom we referred to as 'dad' despite him having no resemblance to my current father, and he wielded an ax as he chased and killed multiple people in the house. I survived in the dream, but he chased me around, yet he never killed me.
The second nightmare consisted of an invisible threat, perhaps a spirit of some sort, and there were three humans in the same room, one of which was me. The other two people were around my age and I vaguely remember referring to them as 'friends'. The silent, invisible ghost murdered the other two people in the room, and the spirit also chased me around, but never killed me. I was looking around confused, and I occasionally felt a breath slither over my shoulder and down my neck. I couldn't seem to get away from it, as if it were a part of me in the end.
I have made my own interpretations of these nightmares, and I should add that I was experiencing some sort of crazed depression during those two days prior to the dreams. This depression came as a result of a realization of my own loneliness and exclusion from the rest of the students in my school. This wasn't my first time thinking about this, but that particular thought just hit me with a wave of unimaginable, and seemingly unprovoked, emotional distress that lasted for two school days. I was sad, confused, and unable to think clearly whatsoever.
However, the day after the second nightmare, which was the one that I was able to interpret the greatest, I had one of my happiest school days in years where I was giddy, social, friendly, and I enjoyed every second of the day. I'm feeling much better now than I was then, but I still question why that all happened so abruptly.
My interpretations of the nightmares may seem like a stretch, but it's the only possibility that I can think of. I believe that the spirit represented my unconscious urges, and my mind was somehow hinting to my conscious that if I continued to gradually deconstruct my own sanity, then I would eventually become a killer myself, despising or hurting those around me and only hearing my unconscious wants and needs.