Last night (actually the “night” happened like 24 hours ago) I had a weird dream about taking a train for some reason, then everyone around me suddenly turned into zombies.
Like what the actual fuck.
I’m gonna get creeped out if I ever get on a train ride.
But shitty thing about sleep medicine is that they apparantly cause dementia if you take them a lot.
ugh idk what to do, don’t wanna get in weird zombie apocalypse dreams tho… 🤷♂️
Man none of my dreams ever make sense. They’re not usually true nightmares, but occasionally. They’re never fun or relaxing, they’re always a little bit WTF, but somehow my brain still tells me, yeah sure, this is all real! And then I wake up confused. Always been that way. I’m jealous of people who have nice dreams. I’d rather have none at all rather than the junk my brain throws at me.
I had a dream the night before last that I was in an abandoned movie theatre and suddenly we got attacked by ghosts. I was the only one that could see them. The ghosts took the form of puppies and babies that I had to fight using a metal cafeteria type tray, so I was flinging ghost babies into the air with it.
Weird dreams are my normal but I usually forget them.
I kinda got addicted to sleep medicine.
When I stop taking them, I have weird nightmares.
Last night (actually the “night” happened like 24 hours ago) I had a weird dream about taking a train for some reason, then everyone around me suddenly turned into zombies.
Like what the actual fuck.
I’m gonna get creeped out if I ever get on a train ride.
But shitty thing about sleep medicine is that they apparantly cause dementia if you take them a lot.
ugh idk what to do, don’t wanna get in weird zombie apocalypse dreams tho… 🤷♂️
Man none of my dreams ever make sense. They’re not usually true nightmares, but occasionally. They’re never fun or relaxing, they’re always a little bit WTF, but somehow my brain still tells me, yeah sure, this is all real! And then I wake up confused. Always been that way. I’m jealous of people who have nice dreams. I’d rather have none at all rather than the junk my brain throws at me.
I had a dream the night before last that I was in an abandoned movie theatre and suddenly we got attacked by ghosts. I was the only one that could see them. The ghosts took the form of puppies and babies that I had to fight using a metal cafeteria type tray, so I was flinging ghost babies into the air with it.
Weird dreams are my normal but I usually forget them.