I'm on mobile so this might not be formatted the best.I've been having nightmares for as long as I can remember. Almost every dream that I've had that I can remember after waking up has been a nightmare. They used to happen nearly every day, now it's more like one a week or so. But one I had a few weeks ago was so fucking horrible that I need to just write it out so I can try and forget it.It's traumatizing, so if you're not into reading about child death, mass murders, that sort of thing, skip this post and be glad you didnt have this dream. And for anyone who thinks this might just be creative writing because of the amount of detail, it's not. I just cant forget about this fucking nightmare and I need to put it out there so that maybe I can. I remember too many details and I hate it.Sometimes my nightmares arent from my perspective. Sometimes I'm on the outside looking in, sometimes I'm seeing things through somebody else's perspective, sometimes it changes. In this dream it started off with me as the host of a birthday party for a small child (I'll be calling each of the people I was in the dream by POV 1, 2, or 3, with party host being POV 1). I dont know who the child was, if it was the daughter or niece or family friend of the person I was at this point in the dream, all I know is it was a little girl. There was a big party planned, and there were those white fold out tables set up on a lawn with those shitty plastic tablecloths ready for kids and their parents to come and sit down at. The yard was in the middle of nowhere, the house the girl and POV 1 lived being the only house in sight.Children started arriving for the party. Food went out on the tables. Gifts piled up. The girl looked so happy. POV 1 felt happy. And then the kids started making fun of the girl. And then the girl started to cry. The parents were doing nothing, because they didnt hear what was going on. The girl ran to POV 1 crying that everyone was being mean to her. POV 1 told the parents and they said the girl was lying. So POV 1 decided to get some punch ready for with the cake.If you've heard of Jonestown, you might know what's coming next. I dont want to write it in detail. It hurts to think about the fact that my brain made me act that out in my dream, made me do that to those kids.They drank the punch with the cake, and they started dropping like flies. Parents too. Not all of them though. The ones who didnt realized what was happening. They ran. They hid. Their cars vanished in the dream and they were trapped in the yard and that house. They had nowhere else to go.And then the POV changed. I was a little boy now, and I had no idea what was going on. People were just falling asleep. Mom wouldnt let me have punch. She made me have water instead. And then she said that we needed to run, so I followed her.It changed again, this time to that mom. POV 3 had to lead the little boy away and get them out of there. But there was no way out. Everyone was dying around them. The host/POV 1 was nowhere to be seen. POV 3 decided to make a run for it to see if there was a phone in the kitchen to call the police and had the boy come with her. They ran as fast as they could into the house and then slowed down to quietly make their way through. Hiding behind doors, in dark rooms, wherever they could to make sure the host/POV 1 didn't see. They made it to the kitchen. POV 3 saw the phone. And then they heard footsteps. They hid in the pantry, POV one shushing the boy to keep him quiet so they wouldnt be caught.POV changes again. I'm the boy again. I need to sneeze.Back to the mom. I see my little boy sneeze. Everything goes silent. Then footsteps again. The pantry door opens. I look up and see a gun pointed at me. I wrap myself around the boy and beg for her to let him go.The POV changes again. I'm the host. I pull the trigger.And I wake up.I dont know if writing this out will really help me forget. But hopefully it will. Just to not have it trapped inside my brain forever.I've never heard of anybody else having dreams where you arent the one experiencing it, let alone ones where the point of view changes. If anyone else has, and they could tell me, I would really like to know so I dont feel crazy.And just in case, i dont give anyone permission to repost or share this on any other subreddit or website. I want to forget this dream. I dont want to see it anywhere else. I know this is a small sub, and I just found it myself, but just in case via /r/Nightmares https://ift.tt/3cLey1l
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