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Place withheld · 2013-07-20 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

Knocking

Have non-lucid: Looking on a weird question and answer site. One of the questions I asked is supposedly from the night I tried to kill myself, but the date is wrong: August 10th, 2009. I am begging for help as I am overdosing, and the only answer is an automated response about how suicide is bad. In my brother's room. Other than that, there is activity in the house, so it is not that scary. Wake up. Check for False Awakening, but the check succeeds, and I realize I really am awake. Go back to sleep. First lucid: It starts as a documentary about some gangster. It says that the gangster called for backup, because the cops were raiding him. I become one of the cops, and a gunfight ensues. I then realize I am dreaming. "Sounds like fun", I think to myself, and start shooting. For some reason, the situation slowly changes into a western, with the cars turning into horses and the pistols turning into revolvers. I decide to ride away and explore. I find a Native American village, and hang out there... quietly killing randoms. I wake up. Lucid Nightmare: I look at my fingers to do a reality check, and I am very disturbed to find that one of my fingers is 95% torn off, and is loosely hanging off the middle knuckle. I accept that I am dreaming, OR may be having some weird medical emergency. I go downstairs and notice the drink I asked for sitting on the table. I try to leave the house, but the door is locked. I look above the door to a sign saying something like "You will pay for what you have done, and you will NEVER leave." I realize this is a dream, and I try to make myself wake up, but I cannot. I try to call my tulpa but the words will not come out. I turn around, terrified, and look in the mirror. There is two of me. One matches my actions, but the other just sits there, grinning at me. My dog walks over and barks at where the other me WOULD be if he occupied physical space, before looking as though he is in a trance. The next part is disturbing, so do not read on if you cannot stomach it. The dog walks over to me, knocks me over and then rapes me. That is the last I remember before I wake up. WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE?!

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