Topic: What was your weirdest, most bizarre dream? - page 2. (Read 370 times)
I have almost similar dream as yours though not totally because in mine I didn’t come to go up and walk outside but the feeling that some like rocks in your chest?yeah that’s what I experienced a lot of times mate,there comes a time that I though seeing people around my bed and they seems talking while me is shouting but they can’t hear me.as in shouting loud for them to recognize that I need some help to move ,until I finally carry to woke up and find out no ones near me but myself and I was only dreaming.some of my friends told me that it is some kind of near heart attacking process that I came to survive
Welcome to the forum h4na, your dream does sound bizarre, I've never experienced anything similar so not sure I have something to compare it with.
And suicide is never a good idea, there's always something to live for! At this forum you could also find some people to talk to if you ever feel down, just reach out to anyone, me included
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And suicide is never a good idea, there's always something to live for! At this forum you could also find some people to talk to if you ever feel down, just reach out to anyone, me included
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Hey everyone
This is my first time posting here and I wanted to make it somewhat interesting and involve some people perhaps!
As you can see in the title, I'm asking you guys what your weirdest, most bizarre and maybe creepiest dreams were that you've ever had.
I'm gonna start of with my little dream, obviously :p
Little background story because it's kind of important: This dream happened right after I tried to commit suicide by overdose due to severe depression and anxiety.
I've had those kind of dreams those pretty regularly before this happened, but never as intense.
I've been taking sleeping pill etc. for a while so my body was pretty much used to me taking higher doses than usual.
It's the only dream I can really remember that clearly.
I guess you could also call it a near death experience, but I feel like a dream would fit better.
Let's go:
The moment I fell asleep, I immediately woke up again (Kind of like those 1 hour naps that feel like you've just closed your eyes 5 seconds ago), and I felt this incredibly strong relief pulsating throughout my whole body.
It felt like a huge stone fell off my chest and I could finally take a deep breath. It felt "normal" though, it felt incredibly real. It was like a drug.
(little side note: There was no real time perception, it just kind of happened one after another)
I got up and I looked outside, there was no one, literally no soul on the streets, so I went outside to explore: It was true, no one on the streets, no one to judge me, my looks, no one I felt like was out there to harm me,
I felt free, as if I could finally be myself, live my life and become happy and independent.
I went shopping, tried on clothes I always was scared made me look fat or like a freak, explored the city, enjoyed the nature, sang my favourite song out loud.
After a long day of enjoying myself I slowly walked back home, still feeling this relief, excited for the best sleep I've ever had.
I remember I was really close to my home when I heard this horn, a car horn coming from behind me, it sounded like it was speeding towards me, getting louder and louder to the point where I couldn't hear anything besides this car horn in my head. I turned around and there was this seemingly huge truck speeding towards me. The truck hit me full speed.
Right on contact I woke up in my bed, sweating, my heart racing, my blood pressure rising, having a numbing headache. It took me a couple minutes to realise what just happened, it was all fake, I wanted to go back, it couldn't have just ended like that.
I still felt this weird relief and it turned out that this "relief" was me coming to terms with death, I started accepting that I'm gonna die, at some point, for some reason.
Right after I had this realisation I was really determined that I wanted to go back to this world, this "dream" world. I wanted to end it, but this time I wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna come back.
I ended up not hurting myself, I just kind of enjoyed this "great" feeling for the next couple days, nothing could hurt me and IF something would happen to me, I wouldn't care, because I wanted to go back anyways.
I've never had similar dreams like this one anymore after this.
I'm not scared of death anymore, I just kind of accept it.
Of course it is good to not be scared of death, but it can be extremely dangerous to just "not care" anymore and just let things happen.
(Just realised how many I's are in the text, whoops
)
I hope this was somewhat understandable and I'm interested in hearing stories about your dream(s) and your thoughts about this dream!
You can ask me questions related to the dream and "aftermath", I will try to answer them as fast as possible!
This is my first time posting here and I wanted to make it somewhat interesting and involve some people perhaps!
As you can see in the title, I'm asking you guys what your weirdest, most bizarre and maybe creepiest dreams were that you've ever had.
I'm gonna start of with my little dream, obviously :p
Little background story because it's kind of important: This dream happened right after I tried to commit suicide by overdose due to severe depression and anxiety.
I've had those kind of dreams those pretty regularly before this happened, but never as intense.
I've been taking sleeping pill etc. for a while so my body was pretty much used to me taking higher doses than usual.
It's the only dream I can really remember that clearly.
I guess you could also call it a near death experience, but I feel like a dream would fit better.
Let's go:
The moment I fell asleep, I immediately woke up again (Kind of like those 1 hour naps that feel like you've just closed your eyes 5 seconds ago), and I felt this incredibly strong relief pulsating throughout my whole body.
It felt like a huge stone fell off my chest and I could finally take a deep breath. It felt "normal" though, it felt incredibly real. It was like a drug.
(little side note: There was no real time perception, it just kind of happened one after another)
I got up and I looked outside, there was no one, literally no soul on the streets, so I went outside to explore: It was true, no one on the streets, no one to judge me, my looks, no one I felt like was out there to harm me,
I felt free, as if I could finally be myself, live my life and become happy and independent.
I went shopping, tried on clothes I always was scared made me look fat or like a freak, explored the city, enjoyed the nature, sang my favourite song out loud.
After a long day of enjoying myself I slowly walked back home, still feeling this relief, excited for the best sleep I've ever had.
I remember I was really close to my home when I heard this horn, a car horn coming from behind me, it sounded like it was speeding towards me, getting louder and louder to the point where I couldn't hear anything besides this car horn in my head. I turned around and there was this seemingly huge truck speeding towards me. The truck hit me full speed.
Right on contact I woke up in my bed, sweating, my heart racing, my blood pressure rising, having a numbing headache. It took me a couple minutes to realise what just happened, it was all fake, I wanted to go back, it couldn't have just ended like that.
I still felt this weird relief and it turned out that this "relief" was me coming to terms with death, I started accepting that I'm gonna die, at some point, for some reason.
Right after I had this realisation I was really determined that I wanted to go back to this world, this "dream" world. I wanted to end it, but this time I wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna come back.
I ended up not hurting myself, I just kind of enjoyed this "great" feeling for the next couple days, nothing could hurt me and IF something would happen to me, I wouldn't care, because I wanted to go back anyways.
I've never had similar dreams like this one anymore after this.
I'm not scared of death anymore, I just kind of accept it.
Of course it is good to not be scared of death, but it can be extremely dangerous to just "not care" anymore and just let things happen.
(Just realised how many I's are in the text, whoops
) I hope this was somewhat understandable and I'm interested in hearing stories about your dream(s) and your thoughts about this dream!
You can ask me questions related to the dream and "aftermath", I will try to answer them as fast as possible!
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