Bizarre dreams.
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2026 12:36 pm
I dream a lot, and many of my dreams are exceptionally vivid. This has been the case since I was a little girl, when I had a few recurring dreams that went on for most of my childhood, mostly between the ages of 8 -12 or so.
A couple of examples:
The Desk -
In my dream, I woke up in bed at night, feeling there was something wrong in my room. I turned my head to the right and saw with a shock that the far end of my desk was pivoting away from the wall.
I watched as the desk broke jaggedly in half, the far end of it accelerating towards me, and I knew that I was about to be attacked by my own desk, at which point I covered up in the blankets and apparently fell back 'asleep'.
The Sock:
I sit up in bed, dreaming, and the entire bed begins slowly moving away from the wall it's up against... I know what's coming, as, again, this one is recurrent, and I'm locked in electrifying dread.
The bed soon stops a few inches from the wall and, with excruciating slowness, a plain white crew sock begins rising from wherever it had been lurking beneath the bed. This freezes me in an inexplicable terror. The sock looks as it would if you were to lay it flattened out against the wall, with the 45 degree angle between the leg part and the foot section.
It slowly rises until it's at eye-level, and pauses there, and I know that it knows that I'm looking at it, staring at it helplessly. After a minute it starts dropping down again as the bed simultaneously slides back against the wall, and the threat is over.
The Hallway:
I sit up in bed, dreaming, and look down the hallway beyond my bedroom. The bathroom door is about 8' down the hall on the right, emitting a faint glow from it's night-light. The hallway continues on another 10' or so, ending at a blank wall with openings to the left and the right, den and kitchen respectively.
As in all these dreams, everything looks like it's underwater, a gentle rippling effect.
That's when I become aware of the voices from the darkness back in the rooms off to the sides of the blank end-wall. They're softly chuckling, laughing, a thoroughly malignant sound, men and women, and the threatening, conspiratorial quality of it sliding thickly from their throats locks me up in an extremis of full-on terror as I struggle to wake up.
Yes, I'm actually aware now that I'm still asleep, aware that whatever the hideous things just beyond the hallway are, they're focused on ME, they want ME.
And in that fear I somehow force myself to wake up, the swimmy appearance of everything clearing up from a point in the center of my field of vision, the clarity spreading outward in a perfect circle towards it's periphery, and, sensing a faint but distinct "pop", I'm fully awake. The voices are gone and I'm still staring down the hallway, never having missed a beat from the sleep state to the waking state, eyes having remained fully open throughout the entire episode.
A couple of examples:
The Desk -
In my dream, I woke up in bed at night, feeling there was something wrong in my room. I turned my head to the right and saw with a shock that the far end of my desk was pivoting away from the wall.
I watched as the desk broke jaggedly in half, the far end of it accelerating towards me, and I knew that I was about to be attacked by my own desk, at which point I covered up in the blankets and apparently fell back 'asleep'.
The Sock:
I sit up in bed, dreaming, and the entire bed begins slowly moving away from the wall it's up against... I know what's coming, as, again, this one is recurrent, and I'm locked in electrifying dread.
The bed soon stops a few inches from the wall and, with excruciating slowness, a plain white crew sock begins rising from wherever it had been lurking beneath the bed. This freezes me in an inexplicable terror. The sock looks as it would if you were to lay it flattened out against the wall, with the 45 degree angle between the leg part and the foot section.
It slowly rises until it's at eye-level, and pauses there, and I know that it knows that I'm looking at it, staring at it helplessly. After a minute it starts dropping down again as the bed simultaneously slides back against the wall, and the threat is over.
The Hallway:
I sit up in bed, dreaming, and look down the hallway beyond my bedroom. The bathroom door is about 8' down the hall on the right, emitting a faint glow from it's night-light. The hallway continues on another 10' or so, ending at a blank wall with openings to the left and the right, den and kitchen respectively.
As in all these dreams, everything looks like it's underwater, a gentle rippling effect.
That's when I become aware of the voices from the darkness back in the rooms off to the sides of the blank end-wall. They're softly chuckling, laughing, a thoroughly malignant sound, men and women, and the threatening, conspiratorial quality of it sliding thickly from their throats locks me up in an extremis of full-on terror as I struggle to wake up.
Yes, I'm actually aware now that I'm still asleep, aware that whatever the hideous things just beyond the hallway are, they're focused on ME, they want ME.
And in that fear I somehow force myself to wake up, the swimmy appearance of everything clearing up from a point in the center of my field of vision, the clarity spreading outward in a perfect circle towards it's periphery, and, sensing a faint but distinct "pop", I'm fully awake. The voices are gone and I'm still staring down the hallway, never having missed a beat from the sleep state to the waking state, eyes having remained fully open throughout the entire episode.
