Would any of you be interested in me either posting my blog on here or me sharing what’s going on in my life? I’ve started something new and I would love feedback form people and just be able to find other people who could relate.
I remember it was like post apocalyptic, something bad happened. But we had a house and I remember returning to the house and then my ex’s mom had the bedrooms filled with her children’s stuff and she was letting me live there (I saw my parents. We were like white trash. And I remember there was this drowning doberman/Rottweiler dog and her belly was sliced and I kept pulling out her babies trying to save them….idk) so I’m at this house and I’m in the store and everything’s cool. There’s black people with us (somewhat segregated) and I have friends that I see and as I walk over there everything goes slow motion (This is at the target in rockwall…or so it starts off) and then all of a sudden everyone’s dying. Shots are being fired from the tatictal team that’s stormed the building and I get shot. So everything resets….and keeps resetting every time I die. And literally sometimes I’d make it to the door or other times I’d be out of the building but in the wrong part of town, get discovered and BAM dead.
So it’s the 4th or 5th time and I’m like “cool, I got this. Ima grab supplies, get to the safe zone and be cool. Tell my friends and gtfo of here” so I do it, I make it to the segregated part and everyone’s like “hold up. How did you know” and I played it off as a feeling. So literally there was a pattern I discovered: during the day everyone could coexist but the minute dusk fell, swat and militia would storm stores and kill EVERYONE because I was in a poor part of town (dream started out racest but it was a better dream) so during dusk one day, I’m on the safe side and I look down at my watch and something happens, idk what, and all of a sudden I hear a couple of voices, like gamers talking about how they’re going to bed and blah blah blah. THEN my watch was all like “you can either put this game into sleep mode or continue playing, even though it wouldn’t be real time playing anymore.”. I WAS STUCK IN A FUCKING GAME. And I literally then spent half the game learning the patterns and being a huge survivalist.
And the dream ended this was:
I was in my house, which was border of the safe zone, and I had a webbing up to protect the front of the house. It made whoever entered the house, that there wasn’t anyone in the house when the looked through this webbing (they were trying to kill us but very rarely would they be allowed to attack us at night. They were once in a blue moon) and I was sitting there talking about how I could make things appear and it was only bc of these gummies (it’s my pov from a 5 year old) and then it fades to someone driving out of Rockwall (due to it being dusk) and literally crossing the bridge, pulling off the road and pulling into an old parking lot and me getting out of the car. I had something I was going to do but it took me SO DAMN LONG to even leave the main part of the dream.
I’ve resurfaced back from the nearly dead and I’ve decided to take this blog I’m a new direction. I will be documenting my mental health struggles and accomplishments here.
Obviously if you’re still out there, please like this so I know I still have some followers out there
