Stepped into my subconscious
i feel like i need to give a bit of backstory. i have always had crazy dreams and they always feel real. most nights, i realize im dreaming and control it (if i decide i want to). a lot of people think im lying but oh well. i have a lot more interesting dreams to share some more interesting than this but this one stuck with me.
(there’s a lot that happened before this but it’s long so i’ll cut to the chase. there was a flood we are in a boat and we drifted into a house)
there’s another door that leads down for some reason. I even knew it was bad idea then, but I went down there anyway. And I was taken to this room with pink walls and absolutely covered in toys. for some reason, the water wasn’t coming down here. It was like there was an invisible wall, even with the door open it’s like it knew it wasn’t allowed in. I start looking at the toys and I don’t recognize this room but as I’m looking at the toys, I realize that these are all my childhood toys like ones I didn’t even remember. And then I start to get excited. but at the same time I was confused on how much my subconscious remembers things that I thought i forgot years ago. I started looking around again and then I started to get really interested in it. Then the dream started to feel like real life. Like full lucid state. Now I was just scared that my alarm was gonna go off before I had a chance to look through everything. So I’m looking at these dolls. And I know this is a dream, but I’m gathering the ones that I wanted to bring “home.” that I just couldn’t let go of. i kept thinking to myself that if i held on to them tight maybe i’d get to bring them home. and then i start to hear this certain tune that i know all too well because this tune has been in previous dreams before something starts chasing me. i start to get really nervous not because im scared but bc im scared it will wake me up. it’s really hard to control your dreams sometimes so i was doing my absolute best on focusing on making it go away but i knew it was coming. so i roll my eyes and decided to go fix it before it gets down here and ruins my stuff. i walk back up the stairs down the hallway and now there’s no water anywhere. i go outside and was confused when i saw a purple penguin making its way to the house. is this what i was running from? i was about to make it disappear but then my dad comes out of nowhere and rips its head off. he’s just looking at me and im just looking at him confused and shocked. i didn’t even know he was here. i dont say anything and then go back down. it kept going back into a dazy dream state but then i would fade it back into lucid but it was like i was fighting the dream so it kept fading back and fourth. lucid for the most part. i was going through everything absolutely blown away i remember every single toy. and i wish i could bring them home. i forgot why but i went upstairs for something and my dad was sitting on the bed reminding me i couldn’t take any home and he still had blood on him and i was rolling my eyes walking down the hallway to get back downstairs but my knitted sweater kept getting caught in everything so i just kept pulling it but it was ruining the sweater i remember thinking to myself how i just got this sweater and now it’s ruined over one bad day. as im walking back down the stairs i hear my alarm and pause on the stairs suddenly a pit in my stomach and i wake up.
anyway, its not rlly just the dream itself that made this stick with me its the feeling. this room was filled to the brim with this i hadn’t even remembered. it felt as though i was literally stepping into my subconscious, the deepest part of my mind.