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Mine are always me coming into the middle of myself committing some crime but too late to stop it and now I have to deal with the consequences.
Fuck, I’ve written poems and short stories based on nightmares. None I’d ever let anyone else read because holy fuckballs do I have some fucked up nightmares, but still
Not even strangers on the internet? I’d love to read some!
Well, thing is that most of them are not only deeply personal, but unedited. I get them out in a rush while I’m still kinda reeling, then rarely go back to them. So they’re a mess, and all but a handful are on paper because that’s faster when a dream is already fading.
I dunno, I’ll take a look through and see what I have that’s somewhat sharable.
I understand <3 I appreciate that you’re even considering it.
I had a weird one last night. There were aliens on earth who were humanoid but couldn’t fit in with society. The group of humans I was with decided to ally with aliens and we all stayed together in this random small ranch style house. They were hungry as were the humans so I went to McDonalds and ordered 300 chicken nuggets. I got back and started passing out the nuggets. I ran out early and didn’t even get any myself. I ran around the house and recounted everything and realized I only had 275 nuggets. I was angry and depressed realizing I wouldn’t get any nuggets.
That’s when I woke up. Not the worst nightmare, but god dammit I went to the store and didn’t get any nuggets while everyone else ate. And no I didn’t get nuggets in real life either.
If you eat late, i suggest you don’t.
My nightmares: “What if mosquitos were the size of cars?”
You should watch the mist
My brain doesn’t need to create giant spiders with acid webs because that movie already did it.
