4/9/2023 in Dreams

Last night (today? never know how to date these things for dreams) I had a dream that lasted hours. Been having a lot more of those lately, not really sure why. Probably all the stress I’m under, maybe my brain wants to give me more of an escape? Idk.

Anyways, I can only remember a couple of parts of the dream. The setting was inspired by the Whittaker family’s house, I had just caught back up on them so they were fresh in my mind. House was very dark, very wooden, very run down and broken, with all my family members living there. Only people I remember making an appearance were myself (obviously) and my mom, although I’m sure there were other people.

A little bit into the dream, I had what must have been a 30 minute encounter with some type of horrific spider (gonna call them spoods from now on, actual name too scary lol), some kind of sand one maybe? I’m severely arachnophobic so even typing out the word and recalling this is freaking me out lol. It was kind of flat, but absolutely massive, patterned like a brown recluse and with an oval shaped body. All of its eyes were on top of its head like a flounder, instead of front-facing. I was sitting, curled in a corner resting/getting away from everyone when suddenly the thing was there, just past my feet, only some sort of glass ball in between us to block contact. I wanted so badly to run away from it, to get away, but every time I made the smallest movement it freaked out too, to the point I was convinced it was trying to attack me, or just crawl onto me.

Sidenote: I have only been paralyzed with fear once in my life, when a spood caught me in the shower. Lil guy was just in the shower I guess, and I didn’t know until I had already undressed and gotten in - turned around to start washing myself and there it was, on the ceiling just a couple of feet away from me. I was convinced it was going to drop down onto me if I tried to get my soap/shampoo, or to leave the shower. It was right above the “open” area of the shower, as right next to me was the toilet, so I would have to jump over the toilet to be able to get out, and that just wouldn’t do. So I stood there for at least 10 minutes, crying, paralyzed with fear that this little spood was going to drop down onto me the second I made a move. Finally managed to hop out over the toilet and ran downstairs to get my dad to come take care of it. That remains the only time I’ve ever been paralyzed with fear (I’ve been paralyzed one other time by a sedative for a minor procedure). Back to the dream now!

I don’t remember exactly how I got out of that predicament, I just remember being paralyzed for what felt like 30 minutes, caught in the horrific state of desperately needing to move yet being completely frozen. After some time of looking back and forth between the spood (through the glass ball) while it shifted and slowly got closer, and looking at the rest of the house, my mom yelled at me to the effect of “why aren’t you moving, dumbass?!” to which I replied “I can’t move!” At that point I woke up for a minute or two and went back into the dream, thankfully far away from the spood and forgetting it ever existed (until I woke back up).

The next part of my dream is more difficult to remember. It ties more into the Whittaker family, somehow my family was my own, but also it was the Whittakers (yes, the inbred family in Odd, West Virginia). Not often, but sometimes, my dreams are extremely influenced by what I watch lmao. I felt very out of place and unwelcome there, despite it being my own family, and I remember vaguely trying to just maneuver the house. It was like it was suspended in space - nothing but darkness was around, you could see it through the cracks in the floor, and in the places where the house was wrenched apart, just floating there. I don’t remember much of this part.

The last part that I am able to remember is that my mom basically admitted to hating our (now sadly passed) family dog, Dottie. IRL, that dog is her baby. Was, her baby. She was all of our baby, sweetest Dachshund you ever met - so smart too, I taught her how to sign “more” in ASL with her paws. She kinda just smacked them together, but it got the point across that she wanted more pets. I don’t remember what led up to my mom admitting that, I just remember that I was literally so shocked and taken aback that it woke me right up.

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