(via MrTchock) I just had the most intense dream I’ve ever had.  And I was literally only asleep for 5-10 minutes. I was outside in front of someone’s house waiting for Andy and his friend to stop talking.  I decided to run home really quick so I hopped in my dad’s car and started driving to my house.  Everything at this point was a Deja Vu within the actual dream… I knew the entire time I was dreaming so I decided to have fun with it.  I was driving through tight corners in a parking lot (I don’t know how to explain it, but I had been to that exact same parking lot and driven through those same tight corners, but only in another dream that only existed to me in this dream) and I purposefully smashed into the side of a car because I knew I was dreaming, and I knew I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.  As I drove past the car, my window was down and I dragged my fingernail across the doors.  But then I really felt the texture of the alluminum on my finger and I heard the screeching noise from the contact of my nail and I realized I wasn’t dreaming.  I slowly woke up (but I was STILL dreaming) and saw brake lights, stop lights, and street lights easing towards me.  I knew they were moving fast but everything was in slow motion, and everything was blurry.  I then realized I had fallen asleep while driving.  There was this huge vignette slowly disappearing towards the edges of my view as I slammed my foot on the brakes and nothing happened.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t swerve out of the way, and I could not see anything clearly.  The blur would not go away.  I wondered how long I was asleep.  And then the last thing I saw were brake lights right in front of me, I heard this loud ringing noise and the vignette came back to make everything black again.  I saw lightning bolts, and blotches of red and dark purple clouds.  This is when I realized I hit the car and I was either going into a coma or dying. And all I could think was, “Oh my god, this is it.  I got into a fucking car wreck.  And I’m never going to see my family or Andy again.  They think I’m going to come home tonight but I’m not.  I’m over, it’s all over.”  Nothing existed to me but these strikes of lightning and black, but I was still sobbing.  All I could think about was what the wreck looked like outside of my perspective, and the reaction of everyone I love when they saw it on the news. I started to get this intense pressure in my head, and I somehow forced myself to wake up.  Part of me was telling me that it’s all only a dream. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I’ve felt myself slowly die, but I knew it wasn’t real no matter how real it felt.  This is the only one that truly convinced me.  This is the only one I’ve ever had that made me wake up, thrusting myself forward, short of breath. I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful to be awake.

(via MrTchock)

I just had the most intense dream I’ve ever had.  And I was literally only asleep for 5-10 minutes.

I was outside in front of someone’s house waiting for Andy and his friend to stop talking.  I decided to run home really quick so I hopped in my dad’s car and started driving to my house.  Everything at this point was a Deja Vu within the actual dream… I knew the entire time I was dreaming so I decided to have fun with it.  I was driving through tight corners in a parking lot (I don’t know how to explain it, but I had been to that exact same parking lot and driven through those same tight corners, but only in another dream that only existed to me in this dream) and I purposefully smashed into the side of a car because I knew I was dreaming, and I knew I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.  As I drove past the car, my window was down and I dragged my fingernail across the doors.  But then I really felt the texture of the alluminum on my finger and I heard the screeching noise from the contact of my nail and I realized I wasn’t dreaming.  I slowly woke up (but I was STILL dreaming) and saw brake lights, stop lights, and street lights easing towards me.  I knew they were moving fast but everything was in slow motion, and everything was blurry.  I then realized I had fallen asleep while driving.  There was this huge vignette slowly disappearing towards the edges of my view as I slammed my foot on the brakes and nothing happened.  I couldn’t move, I couldn’t swerve out of the way, and I could not see anything clearly.  The blur would not go away.  I wondered how long I was asleep.  And then the last thing I saw were brake lights right in front of me, I heard this loud ringing noise and the vignette came back to make everything black again.  I saw lightning bolts, and blotches of red and dark purple clouds.  This is when I realized I hit the car and I was either going into a coma or dying.

And all I could think was, “Oh my god, this is it.  I got into a fucking car wreck.  And I’m never going to see my family or Andy again.  They think I’m going to come home tonight but I’m not.  I’m over, it’s all over.”  Nothing existed to me but these strikes of lightning and black, but I was still sobbing.  All I could think about was what the wreck looked like outside of my perspective, and the reaction of everyone I love when they saw it on the news.

I started to get this intense pressure in my head, and I somehow forced myself to wake up.  Part of me was telling me that it’s all only a dream.

I’ve had a lot of dreams where I’ve felt myself slowly die, but I knew it wasn’t real no matter how real it felt.  This is the only one that truly convinced me.  This is the only one I’ve ever had that made me wake up, thrusting myself forward, short of breath.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful to be awake.