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I was originally going to post this in the weird dreams thread, but its long, and different enough that I think it deserves its own. This is only about my 3rd thread, anyways.
Last night I had the worst nightmare of my life. Usually I enjoy nightmares, but this was the first time a dream really scared me.
It started out with a completely different dream, I was hanging out with a few of my friends, on some kind of grass and dirt path. It was incredibly peaceful and relaxing. As night fell, I began to gravitate towards a female friend of mine, and it almost turned into another, much more enjoyable type of dream, but she's got a boyfriend and I told her I didn't want to mess with that. At that point the dream shifted.
Suddenly I was in some european town in WWII, and in command of a small squad of soldiers, all of whom were younger than me, about 12-15 (I am, and was in the dream, 17). A few new boys arrived, and I began showing them the ropes, in pretty much the exact style of Lt. Dan from Forest Gump. A small group of soldiers attacked, and I instructed one of the boys on how to fire a thompson (sp?). He killed all three. There wasnt any gore, and we didnt bother checking out the bodies. I then checked a chart on how to identify enemy ships and plane. Afterwards, I went to sleep.
When I woke up, I knew, because it was a dream, that I had been in a coma for the past four years. Nobody knew why, and didnt particularly car. I was in a really crappy field hospital and I realized no one had taken car of me when I was asleep. I was extremely nautious, my hearing was odd, as though the pressure on my ears was wrong. I couldnt see well. My head felt weird. More than that, my mouth felt extremely odd to my toungue. In addition to the weird profile of my teeth, there was this disgusting, sickly sweet taste in my mouth, and a fluid that kept leaking in. I spit some out and it was blackish brown pus. Worst of all, my mind had rotted. I wasn't quite mentally retarded, but thinking was hard, and I had the mind of a ten-year-old.
I got out of bed, and tried to talk to some of the men around. They were now all older than me, 20-23ish, and tried to ignore me, and they mocked me behind my back, or occasionally right to my face. I went over to a mirror, and I can't really describe quite how terrifying my face was to me, but this is how it looked. The first thing i noticed were my teeth. They had rotted almost completely away. The front left one was completely gone. The hole the remained was brown and oozing. What was left of my teeth were jaggedy brown and yellow stumps, about half the size of regular teeth, a little spongy to the touch. The brown pus I was tasting, and had to keep spitting out, was leaking from the exposed pulp. The other really significant thing was my eyes. They were swollen terribly. My left eye was invisible beneath huge lumps of pink, swollen skin. There was a tiny stream of blood which leaked out. My right eye was almost entirely covered, only my iris was barely visible. I couldn't see any whites. In addition to this my muscles were horribly atrophied, and my skin clung tightly to my bones, not cartoonishly but as if I were starving, wherever I wasnt swollen, especially on my face. I was also bald.
Upon seeing this my nausea increased massively, and I hobbled quickly to the bathroom and vomited. I retched some pretty sick fluid into the toilet, but it felt like I was purging myself of it, and I felt quite a bit better. On my way in, I noticed a real life friend of mine, who seemed to have been conscripted since my coma. He ignored me, but I could tell he recognized me, and was disgusted. I was glad he had ignored me.
I went back to the mirror, and thought "I've wasted seventeen years brushing my teeth for nothing. Seventeen years of that stupid mindless task and I have nothing to show for it." It followed from that that I had wasted my entire seventeen years of life for nothing. I had spent so much time, and so much effort into building up my life to this point, and suddenly for no good reason it was all wasted. I knew from this point I was completely useless for anything, both stupid and horrifying to see.
Over the next few days, the level of teasing and mocking escalated to the point where it was getting violent. Finally I picked a fight with someone, who happened to be a six foot tall, heavily built black man. I didn't get my ass whooped, though. He knew I couldn't fight, so he didnt do any real damage. Afterwards, he helped get the other guys to back off, so things improved that way.
It seemed that the army (of whatever nation I was a fighting for) had been trying to discharge me since I had woken up, and had finally gotten a hold of my parents. One day they showed up at the HQ. They were overjoyed that I had woken up from my coma, but when they saw me, I could tell that they were disgusted, but tried to hide it. They soon left the base, obviously looking for ways to get out of the responsibility for caring for me.
That night, I went to bed, and for whatever reason, this part was almost as scary to me as seeing myself for the first time. I lay down in bed and began to cry because my situation was so terrible, and just as I was falling asleep, I turned onto my side. Suddenly reality began to fade out. It was just like a "fade to black" from a movie, but encompassed all my senses. The cot I was on slowly, over the course of 1-2 minutes faded into my matress. At the same time, my eyes cleared, my strength returned, and my teeth faded back into being. Oddest of all was the return of my mind. I slowly realized that I had been dreaming, and it wasn't real. I still had my body, my eyes, my mind, and my teeth. My whole life was ahead of me.
I was shaking a little bit, and my face and pillows were wet with tears.
I still haven't quite gotten over this, and might never completely. It really was the most horrifying experience of my life.
Last night I had the worst nightmare of my life. Usually I enjoy nightmares, but this was the first time a dream really scared me.
It started out with a completely different dream, I was hanging out with a few of my friends, on some kind of grass and dirt path. It was incredibly peaceful and relaxing. As night fell, I began to gravitate towards a female friend of mine, and it almost turned into another, much more enjoyable type of dream, but she's got a boyfriend and I told her I didn't want to mess with that. At that point the dream shifted.
Suddenly I was in some european town in WWII, and in command of a small squad of soldiers, all of whom were younger than me, about 12-15 (I am, and was in the dream, 17). A few new boys arrived, and I began showing them the ropes, in pretty much the exact style of Lt. Dan from Forest Gump. A small group of soldiers attacked, and I instructed one of the boys on how to fire a thompson (sp?). He killed all three. There wasnt any gore, and we didnt bother checking out the bodies. I then checked a chart on how to identify enemy ships and plane. Afterwards, I went to sleep.
When I woke up, I knew, because it was a dream, that I had been in a coma for the past four years. Nobody knew why, and didnt particularly car. I was in a really crappy field hospital and I realized no one had taken car of me when I was asleep. I was extremely nautious, my hearing was odd, as though the pressure on my ears was wrong. I couldnt see well. My head felt weird. More than that, my mouth felt extremely odd to my toungue. In addition to the weird profile of my teeth, there was this disgusting, sickly sweet taste in my mouth, and a fluid that kept leaking in. I spit some out and it was blackish brown pus. Worst of all, my mind had rotted. I wasn't quite mentally retarded, but thinking was hard, and I had the mind of a ten-year-old.
I got out of bed, and tried to talk to some of the men around. They were now all older than me, 20-23ish, and tried to ignore me, and they mocked me behind my back, or occasionally right to my face. I went over to a mirror, and I can't really describe quite how terrifying my face was to me, but this is how it looked. The first thing i noticed were my teeth. They had rotted almost completely away. The front left one was completely gone. The hole the remained was brown and oozing. What was left of my teeth were jaggedy brown and yellow stumps, about half the size of regular teeth, a little spongy to the touch. The brown pus I was tasting, and had to keep spitting out, was leaking from the exposed pulp. The other really significant thing was my eyes. They were swollen terribly. My left eye was invisible beneath huge lumps of pink, swollen skin. There was a tiny stream of blood which leaked out. My right eye was almost entirely covered, only my iris was barely visible. I couldn't see any whites. In addition to this my muscles were horribly atrophied, and my skin clung tightly to my bones, not cartoonishly but as if I were starving, wherever I wasnt swollen, especially on my face. I was also bald.
Upon seeing this my nausea increased massively, and I hobbled quickly to the bathroom and vomited. I retched some pretty sick fluid into the toilet, but it felt like I was purging myself of it, and I felt quite a bit better. On my way in, I noticed a real life friend of mine, who seemed to have been conscripted since my coma. He ignored me, but I could tell he recognized me, and was disgusted. I was glad he had ignored me.
I went back to the mirror, and thought "I've wasted seventeen years brushing my teeth for nothing. Seventeen years of that stupid mindless task and I have nothing to show for it." It followed from that that I had wasted my entire seventeen years of life for nothing. I had spent so much time, and so much effort into building up my life to this point, and suddenly for no good reason it was all wasted. I knew from this point I was completely useless for anything, both stupid and horrifying to see.
Over the next few days, the level of teasing and mocking escalated to the point where it was getting violent. Finally I picked a fight with someone, who happened to be a six foot tall, heavily built black man. I didn't get my ass whooped, though. He knew I couldn't fight, so he didnt do any real damage. Afterwards, he helped get the other guys to back off, so things improved that way.
It seemed that the army (of whatever nation I was a fighting for) had been trying to discharge me since I had woken up, and had finally gotten a hold of my parents. One day they showed up at the HQ. They were overjoyed that I had woken up from my coma, but when they saw me, I could tell that they were disgusted, but tried to hide it. They soon left the base, obviously looking for ways to get out of the responsibility for caring for me.
That night, I went to bed, and for whatever reason, this part was almost as scary to me as seeing myself for the first time. I lay down in bed and began to cry because my situation was so terrible, and just as I was falling asleep, I turned onto my side. Suddenly reality began to fade out. It was just like a "fade to black" from a movie, but encompassed all my senses. The cot I was on slowly, over the course of 1-2 minutes faded into my matress. At the same time, my eyes cleared, my strength returned, and my teeth faded back into being. Oddest of all was the return of my mind. I slowly realized that I had been dreaming, and it wasn't real. I still had my body, my eyes, my mind, and my teeth. My whole life was ahead of me.
I was shaking a little bit, and my face and pillows were wet with tears.
I still haven't quite gotten over this, and might never completely. It really was the most horrifying experience of my life.
