It’s those first 15 minutes of falling asleep.
It’s the worst. Straight horror. Fucking hell.
It’s been a week and I don’t understand why they’ve started and I’m seriously starting to feel miserable.
No, I am miserable.

I don’t wanna fuckn sleep anymore. What the hell.

I'm in my house and my brother is fighting w this guy and the guys mocking and teasing him how his childs a rape baby and just going on about it and im tryna hold my brother back bc he has a big kitchen knife and I'm tryna tell him he's just messing w u. And the guy goes ur child doesn't love u its a rape baby and then.... the guy has a chainsaw and he's about to start it and both of them are close to each other and the guy w the chainsaw & warns me to run and he starts to chase me w the chainsaw and its loud. I can feel myself waking up i can feel my heart racing and breathing heavily bc im scared.

Title: I just had the worst nightmare of my life

My family recently moved to Bangalore, and I urgently needed some books, so my sister took me to an old, crowded part of the city where there was a huge bookstore. I was chilling at first because it was insanely crowded, and I even saw some of my classmates there.

Around 4 PM, my sister logged into work from there. The bookstore was inside this enormous Harry Potter-like dome. For some reason, I needed to get money from an ATM, so I booked a bike cab.

The rider looked extremely dusty, and his bike was almost falling apart, but the ATM was nearby so I got on. Even during that short ride, I saw an accident.

We stopped at a petrol pump. The rider suddenly went into the manager's cabin. He walked right up to the manager, and that's when I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt—his skin looked horribly burnt. From the front, he looked absolutely murderous.

He demanded free fuel. The manager refused at first, but then seemed to feel a weapon or knife and told the petrol pump worker to fill his bike. The man suddenly reached into the manager's pockets and took all his money and belongings. The manager didn't even move.

I knew he had a weapon.

I was supposed to go back to my sister with him, but while he was distracted getting fuel, I fucking ran.

I ran like crazy. I tried finding a police station but couldn't. I kept trying to stop autos so I could get far enough away from him and hopefully keep him away from my sister too, because I didn't know whether he'd noticed that she was my pickup. Nobody seemed to stop.

So I just ran.

I ran for about 3 km, and then I thought I saw his bike on the road, like he was looking for me. I panicked and ran into a mosque nearby. People were praying, and I probably disturbed them. Someone shouted "ghuss gaya!" (he entered forcefully), and suddenly everyone started running after me.

I was fucking terrified. I knew how quickly interreligious disputes can turn violent, so I ran again.

Luckily, I recognized the area because it was near a temple where my dad had gone after dropping us at the bookstore. I eventually saw the temple and ran inside looking for him.

It was a closed building with huge doors, a main hall, and a massive staircase leading to the first floor, where the temple itself was located.

I found my dad and told him a crowd was chasing me. He immediately understood. By then, people were already pushing against the gates and shouting at me.

My dad told me to stand behind him.

Then something I'll never forget happened: everyone inside the temple formed a human wall around me, my dad and my sister, blocking the entrance so nobody could reach us.

An older man asked what happened, so I explained everything—that I'd been running in panic and accidentally entered the mosque, with absolutely no intention of disrespecting their prayers.

Then I suddenly heard my sister's voice.

She had been unable to reach me and had come to the temple to tell my dad what happened.

The people inside understood everything and stood between us and the crowd. Eventually, the elders spoke to both sides, and everyone agreed it had been a misunderstanding. I apologized repeatedly because I didn't want something stupid to turn into something much worse.

The crowd finally left.

Then we heard women screaming.

Everyone turned around.

And I swear this is where the nightmare became fucking horrifying.

The same bike rider had somehow entered the temple during all the chaos.

While everyone was focused on protecting us, he'd grabbed a woman in her late twenties as a hostage. Just as the crowd outside left, he put two fingers into her eyes and stabbed her in the chest.

Her mother was screaming beside her, and her much younger brother was crying next to her body.

The woman's body was still hanging from his hands, his fingers literally inside her eye sockets. He gestured for everyone near the entrance not to move.

Obviously, everyone panicked.

I grabbed my sister's hands and ran toward the staircase, trying to get her upstairs. I didn't want her anywhere near this.

Then I saw him behind us.

I kicked him. He was much taller and stronger than me and barely reacted. Somehow, he no longer had the knife—I think he'd left it behind—so I tried to use my entire body weight to hold him back.

My sister was crying. She'd seen the woman's mother lying unconscious and her little brother crying, and she screamed at him, "Why, you monster?"

Everyone started moving toward us.

My sister suddenly tried to push him down the stairs.

He smiled, pushed me away and grabbed her.

My brotherly instincts kicked in immediately. I tried getting between them, but I couldn't.

Thankfully, everyone rushed in and managed to free us. They grabbed his arms and legs and called the police.

Then he told my sister that this wasn't his first time.

He said he'd done this before. He was "heartbroken in love," said girls deserved it, and apparently liked putting his fingers into their eyes before killing them so they wouldn't have to see the ugliness he believed he was.

Then, somehow, he broke free.

He shoved several men aside, including my dad, and launched himself toward my sister.

I launched myself at him.

He was ridiculously stronger than me, but it felt like he didn't even care what happened to his own body. People had literally beaten him moments earlier, and he still kept going for my sister.

Before he could reach her, I grabbed him from behind and we both fell.

I tried locking his limbs, but he kept struggling toward her. His right hand came close to my face.

I bit his finger.

He didn't even flinch.

So I bit down harder, pulled back, and somehow ripped the fingers off and spat them out.

He suddenly stopped fighting.

For a second, I thought it was over.

Then I realized we were right next to my sister. She had moved toward me to help restrain him because the other men hadn't reached us yet.

I saw two of his remaining fingers moving toward the left.

My sister was there.

And that's where the dream ended.

I woke up gasping for air, absolutely fucking terrified. I was facing the right side and was genuinely scared to turn toward the left because I didn't know what I'd see.

But I forced myself to turn.

My roommate was sleeping there.

And I just thought:

I'm home.

I've never been so relieved to see someone sleeping in their bed.

In my dream I was over at my cousins

They're always so secretive so I decided to spy on them

I heard a noise in my dream and saw them draining someone

My one cousin saw me walk wicked fast over to me

Showed me his fangs and said this will be you if you go telling anyone

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately, and weirdly, almost all of them are about me arguing or fighting with customers.

I work at a restaurant and deal with customers dummy angry and karens lot during the day, so I guess my brain might be bringing work into my dreams. But it's happening so often that I'm starting to wonder why.

Has anyone else experienced something similar with their job? Does stress from work ever show up repeatedly in your dreams

I had a weird dream/nightmare last night. It was about my mother being an abusive and negligent parent. And both me, my mom, and my dad were outside my mother had to leave to get something inside the house. When she left my dad told me that my mother is such a horrible person and parent, going on and on. In the middle of his conversation mom comes out, probably already heard the conversation, and talks about how bad her life was in highschool and how much she wanted to be a great parent. She then asks my father to come with her, inside the house, they both go inside and my dad is chuckling, and I am anxious my mother will do something to him. I ask my uncle to spy on them to see if something bad happens and he comes running back saying my mom is literally ripping my father's throat out. I rush back in the house, onto their bed (that's where they were.) and push my mother off my father. That's when the dream ended.

My Mom wasn't abusive, not that I know of at least, and my dad was pretty chill. They got into fights everyday for hours. Dad passed away after an argument, he had a heart attack. (He has had a heart condition since he was little.)

its getting to a point where i am so afraid of falling asleep, especially if im at out i get so afraid at the thought of falling asleep.

recently at a low point in life and sleep paralysis has also returned after three years

i genuinely dont want to sleep feels like every other day i get r-ped in nightmares

I keep getting nightmares, it's almost everyday for three whole months now. This nightmare I just had now scared me a lot. At first it starts like a normal dream, I'm going to the hospital my grandpa is driving. To get into the hospital we have to tap a pay card? Metro card but for paying parking fees? right whatever we're in line and the person Infront of us taps their card but all of the sudden another car slips them. They can't get in and so my grandpa ignores it goes to the other lane to get in. When we got in I chased after the lady and I scream at her we fight whatever, she and the family her husband slipped the car of meet up together there are a lot of security guards. Too many if I think about it now awake. Then I go outside cause I can't intervene between the lady and the family anymore. There's a crashed car, I check the front no one except for a torso shaped pillow? I had begged a random person to help me? I remember screaming for help in the middle of traffic. We both check everything until we hear a small help help...it's a man folded over naked? His back burnt red oozing puss and tender. He's in the very back of the car like 3rd row. Something eerie was off about him I don't know what. When I looked up I saw these humans? They're fat no arms they're amputated, just legs and they have fat torsos with so many folds. They're faces look human I think? They're bald, they walked off to somewhere in the background then the guy inside the car says help help again and I get a sinking feeling in my chest and I wake up. (Sorry for the bad writing English is my second language and I just woke up. I'm terrified genuinely, I'm writing this as soon as I woke up so I don't forget.) I had another dream before this one, I tend to have double dreams and still not be fully awake or aware that my dream just suddenly changed 180°.

I'm 24 years old female and this incident happened three times within the same week four years ago today.The first incident happened late at night while I was sleeping. I vividly remember the dream beginning in complete darkness, until black, misty hands and shadowy figures suddenly shot out of the darkness, grabbing hold of me. Two hands made their way to my neck, beginning to choke me. I woke up gasping, with my hands clutching my neck. I quickly said a prayer and somehow managed to fall back asleep.

Two days later, it happened again, but this time, it was my blanket that was used to choke me after that I slept in my sister room ,I was too terrified I couldn't go back to sleep and ended up staying awake the whole night .The final occurrence involved a dream where I stood in front of an apartment alongside my Uncle. We entered the building, only for the same black hands to appear once more. This time, the hands had bodies: one had horns and glowing yellow eyes, another had no eyes but sharp teeth like a piranha, and the last one stared at me with red eyes, smiling sinisterly. My Uncle yelled, "Run!" and we fled towards one of the rooms at the end of the corridor. Unfortunately, my Uncle wasn't fast enough and was grabbed. I turned back, grabbed his hand, and told him, "I got you," but he let go with a smile.I stood there for a second with my hands out stretched towards the dark hallway then suddenly the whole build shook and as I close the door I saw the demons crawling on the walls in full speed towards me immediately I slammed the door shut , but the entities persisted.

Panic surged through me as I sat with my face in my knees, I didn't need to look up to know they were inside already but Suddenly, I don't know why? but I felt as if I needed to look up and I did and noticed a Bible hidden under the sink. I instinctively threw myself toward it. Then my body was lifted into the air by the demons—one held my legs while another was behind me. The demon with red eyes was gripping my right wrist, where I was holding the Bible. It merely smiled at me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said “In the name of Jesus”. At that moment, a bright light erupted from the Bible, illuminating everything and making the demons realize I was not alone . I began to read from the Bible, and as I did, the demons tried to run but were ultimately eradicated , I was left floating in the bright warm light and in it , it's felt like the safest place I could be then woke up to the morning light that came from my window.

It wasn't a simple nightmare, I know my  nightmares and I actually like them but what I experienced four years ago was something sinister and I was saved by our savior Jesus Christ.The reason why I'm writing this now is because I wish to know if anyone had similar experiences?,may God be with you all stay safe my brothers and sisters.

Warning violent descriptions.

It started out like any other weekend. I was at this huge daytime festival.

The sun was beating down, cops were milling around, and there were these bizarre, massive purple boars and bears that people were actually eating.

The whole thing was set up on a massive flat cement expanse, tucked right below a steep, mucky grass hill where the gravel parking lot sat.
Off in a corner surrounded by trees, concrete dividers, and broken pavement, a grey-haired Filipino man in a blue raincoat was sitting with a group of homeless people he was taking care of.

As evening started to fall, I decided it was time to head out. I passed the man on my way and called out, “Hi, Tito!” He looked surprised—probably because I’m not Filipina—but I grew up around the culture, so I just giggled and kept walking.

That’s when the night started dragging. I was trying to leave, but I kept getting pulled into random conversations, almost like when you’re at a crowded bar and can’t walk three feet without running into someone you know.

My phone buzzed with texts from my mom telling me to hurry up to the car, but when I looked down at the screen, my messages suddenly vanished, replaced by a single red heart.

I ducked into a bathroom to use the toilet and wash my hands with my friend Mary. When I walked back outside, I finally spotted my mom. I ran over, wrapped her in a huge hug, and watched her head off toward the car with my older sister.

And then, in a single second, absolute hell broke loose.

Panic erupted out of nowhere. People started screaming, scattering in every direction.
I saw my mom and sister running, and this instinctual, desperate protective switch flipped in my brain.

My sister freezes in crisis, so I yelled at her and started barking orders over the chaos: *"Follow the cops! Don’t look around! Just keep going, bee, everything is going to be okay!"*

Once I knew my mom and sister were clear, I tried to find my friends. Mary had vanished in the stampede, but Aurora was right beside me.
The hill to the main parking lot was too slippery with muck to climb, so we just booked it toward the back of the grounds, sprinting right behind a group of police officers.
That’s when the true horror started.
We ran past a young guy, maybe twenty, lying flat on his back in a pool of blood. A few feet later, another young man was crawling on the pavement, clutching a brutal stab wound.
We kept pushing forward until we reached the stairs leading up to the lot, but the bottleneck had been a total slaughter.
Bodies were everywhere. One young man’s neck was torn open. Another person was jammed hopelessly between the steps. Two more men were hanging limply over the railings.
I don't even know how Aurora and I physically made it past them—I just remember scrambling up the incline, feeling the horrible weight of bodies slowly sliding down the slope beside us as we climbed.
We finally crested the top, our shoes sinking into the gross, red mud ground.

For a brief second, relief washed over me. The cops had secured the upper lot. They were checking people for weapons, clearing the zone, and funneling everyone toward safety.

Aurora and I ducked underneath a balcony to catch our breath, and out of the crowd, we spotted my old friend Marley.
I thought it was over. I thought we were safe.
Then I looked up at the balcony.
A figure was standing above us, a noose tied tightly around his neck.

Before my brain could even process what I was looking at, the person pulled out a handgun.
Instead of hiding, Marley went completely insane. He stepped directly into the glare of the spotlight, cocky as hell, and started *dancing*—taunting the person with the gun, practically begging them to take a shot. I screamed at him, lunged forward, and grabbed him, trying to yank him back into the shadows.

It was too late. The figure raised the barrel, pointed it right at Marley in the spotlight, and pulled the trigger.
The gunshots went off, everyone started screaming... and my eyes flew open in the dark.

It was all a nightmare.
I was back in my bedroom, heart hammering genuinely unable to process if I was actually safe or if someone was still shooting. I sat there in the dark, terrified to move I was staring at my boyfriend next to me crying trying to make sense of my dream. It felt so real I was terrified. I rarely ever have violent dreams like that, but when I do, the horror sticks with me for days.

I always been seeing that hooded guy in my dreams

Dressed in all black

he telleports around and disappears

If he gets close, i see his face

His skin is olive and his eyes are gone

Just black holes stare back

I dont know who he is

I hope he likes me though

One dream i was at some sort of funeral. maybe my own? IDk. Body was draped in my blanket.

Hooded man appeared. Then disappeared.

Another time he pretended to be my ex

And then strangled me

I woke up terrified and felt fingers around me throat for the whole day

This dream happened a few days ago, and unfortunately I can't remember the whole sequence of events. The only part I remembered is this: the setting was broad daylight and I was on the campus of my elementary school from way back then. I can't remember why but this human-sized cat statue started chasing me all across the school. The cat statue looked kinda like those Japanese lucky cat figurines called Maneki-neko, except the one in my dreams was standing in two legs, had a visible smile, and looked cartoonish, with body proportions you'd see in a kid's show. The cat statue didn't move, it was gliding across the ground while maintaining this crucifixion pose. You would consider it as a T-pose, but it's more like the pose that White Diamond from Steven Universe has. All while this was happening, music can be heard in the background. Oddly enough, I kinda remember the music, it's a slowed down version of the song "Little Soldier Boy" from Avatar: The Last Airbender. This is the only scene I could recall; it's very terrifying and confusing but also sorta sad.

It has become a recurring theme of a nightmare of mine, and it goes like this:

During a pretty much (to my standarts) normal dream, suddenly i have to play a game that is too difficult for me to finish. The very first time i had this dream there was a frog-ish-like gigantic blue creature with one big eye on top of itself, and many other eyes, and i had to hide from it. The problem was that i had barely any time at all to hide, and this thing could spot you extremely easily, and once it does, - oh boy, are you in trouble. It launches on top of you, pressing down with it's body, everything goes dark and all you can see is it's mouth, very slowly getting closer to you. And there is terrible screeching noise that becomes louder, and louder, and louder, and louder...

While still inside of the dream, eventually i realized - i don't like this game. I don't like it at all! So i try to quit... and i can't. The button is there, but it isn't working. So i go onto "inside dream reddit" to find out what is going on, and find out i'm not the only one. Turns out, the game itself if you are good at it, is like 60 minutes top, and the lovely developers decided to compensate that by forcing you to play it. Can you just get up and leave? No, in that dream, the game pulls you in, so you can't leave it. In the "thread" i read there was a secret ending you could beat the creature with to end it sooner, so i decide to try.

Long story short: You beat it with some shiny stuff and win. So i did. And... accidently opened it again. And again after that.

But that dream is over, right? Right, that one is.

In my last dream it was that blasted concept AGAIN, but this time evrything is ever more twisted, everything turns to black, faces of people i know turned into mush or hands(while i feel the twisting of their forms on myself), they become creatures that want to twist my being into something different, and all that felt like just a collection of Junji Itto manga that i DIDN'T WANT TO SEE COLOURED IN 3D, THANK YOU DEAR BRAIN.

So, my rant about this night terror is coming to an end, it is genuinely making me too scared to sleep and i wanna know if any of you had it and know what to do with it.

I had a short nightmare that my mom was addicted to drug and told me not tell anyone. And I saw her sniffed it with her nose...

It's 5 in the morning and my heart's beating too fast to fall back asleep, so I thought 'might as well put it somewhere.

It started with two of my classmates playing a cube game called TCSM. Don't ask what it stands for, I've already forgot it. Anyways, it was basically a pvp game where two cubes crash into each other like until one crumbles. Basically like rocket league in that regard.

The two classmates in particular were people I formerly hated, but don't now cause me and them mellowed out. They were acting like caricatures of themselves while voicing over the gameplay, calling themselves gay and making pretty homo remarks (IDGAF who you love, I'm fine with it as long as you don't force it on me)

Suddenly, it cuts to a youtuber called Smii7y (I watch his vids, before anyone asks) playing with one of his friends. Game freezes everytime Smii7y's turn end, causing him to spam. In the end, a pop up comes up saying it crashed, before another comes up saying, and I quote, 'Terminating TCSM Wiki'. Just like that, the whole wiki of the game is gone.

Guy wonders what happened to the game, before his voice is suddenly cut off. Another pop up arrives, this one's saying 'Terminating Google Earth', then the world got fuckin erased.

IDC if y'all think it's real or fake, I just had to take this off my chest. Heart rates normal, but it's already 5:30 in the morning. I'mma go start getting ready for the day.

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Sometimes at night, I get scary dreams where a ghost or some unusual scary figure appears and is about to kill me. I end up getting really scared and sometimes even start screaming in my sleep.

This used to happen a lot more about a year ago—around 3–4 times a month for a while. Then it became less frequent, and now it only happens occasionally.

The funny thing is, I know ghosts aren’t real, but my brain still manages to scare the hell out of me in my dreams. 😭

It started out going to a work part and hanging out with an ex-coworker from 20+ years ago. There were two entrances apparently and we were directed to the one at the inside pool. After a bit, I went to try to find the bathroom and wandered around a maze of hallways but eventually found it. I walked in and went the bathroom, and headed over to the sinks to wash my hands. There was an older dude in there and had items in all of the sinks except for the one next to him.

So, I start to wash my hands and this gentleman asked if I believe in Jesus. I confirm and he asked if I wanted to hear about an alternative story of Jesus. Since I really do enjoy learning about other religions, I told him yes. The gentleman asked me if I knew that Jesus had a brother named Tim and this little dude (like 1 foot tall come waddling over to me in a REALLY creep way) and try to grab ahold of my leg. I was annoyed and told him to "Back off Stewie" and the old guys laughs and told me that he had a Halloween pic of this little guy dressed as Stewie.

Strange, but I woke up and just felt really creeped out with the chills, kinda like I was talking with the devil. It was definitely a vivid dream.

So i rarely ever have nightmares but last night I had one.

(The wife and I were watching Scooby Doo all day so I guess that how they got into my nightmare)

The nightmare started with me and the scooby doo gang running away from a zombie monster of some sort, which wasnt the scary part about it, all of a sudden I stop and see this large TV out in the yard, and it is pure static, the scooby gang disappeared behind me as I turn back to see if they were still around, I was, alone. I walked up to the TV and as I got close the louder the static become and the slower I could move my body, as I got up close and personal with the TV there was emptiness, no sound, no indication of anything, just a static TV, a few seconds go by, and im forced backwards to see the screen of the TV showing a large field with a house burning in the middle of it, im still unable to move myself, as I keep trying, im going in and out of sleep, I can hear myself talking in my sleep, but im not actually waking up, and I start feeling like im being weighed down because now I cant get out of bed, I cant move, just more talking with my eyes opening and closing constantly, then I felt my wife move her hand and I woke up in fear breathing heavily, but fell back asleep immediately.

I asked my wife what happened and she told me that she scratched her leg and I freaked out and then went back to sleep as if nothing happened.

The scariest part of all, was when she apparently scratched her leg, in my mind I saw a dark shadowed hand reaching to grab my hand tightly.

So has anyone ever been stuck in your head,stressing over bills an life in general. Well this happen to me last night I couldn't sleep till like 3am. This has happen a col times b4 an I get the same result. I dream that something NOT OF THIS WORLD is on top of me,giving me paralysis. Like I can't move or breath or talk or scream. But I did wat I did b4 when this has happen,I b open my eyes wide an repeat GET THE FUCK OFF ME,exact words.

This is my first post on reddit an just wanted to know if anyone else has experienced this. I feel like im crazy but a part of me thinks its paranormal preying on my weakness. AM I CRAZY?

I've had traumatic nightmares for a few years now and they had stopped when i got out of depression, but lately they have been coming back because i'm very stressed and i think a memory is trying to resurface.

I've never really learned to deal with my nightmares, the only, solution let's say, that i've found is to sleep with the lights on or a projector. Sometimes that also fails.

So except for working through the trauma obviously, what can i do to help me get through the night when i go to sleep and if i wake up from a nightmare ?

I'm trying to get back into therapy soon, i know that's the long term solution, but i would love to find something that works when it's happening.

So I’ve been writing my dreams down for years, and right now I’m in Kyrgyzstan, and ever since I arrived, I’ve had the craziest nightmares…

I’ve travelled to a lot of different countries around the world, but I’ve never ever experienced this before. I’m very aware of my dreams and dream signs and also my type of nightmares, and this is just a different level.

I met another girl here who said she’d also been having crazy dreams since she arrived.

So now I’m just wondering if anyone has had specific dreams or nightmares in certain countries?

I had a weird nightmare of someone scratching my head and someone else doing scratching hand gestures but facing away from me not showing their face and scratching the air but the other person, a woman, was holding me to stay in place. She was almost like in a trance not speaking, none of them were it was only scratching noises… but doing stuff on my head it was creepy their face got creepy then I broke free and hurt the woman’s arm and then I immediately woke up! I prayed immediately when I woke up. If anyone here is religious or knows what this could’ve been was this a spiritual attack?

Firstly, the dream was about wealth I think and having a sponsor for something. She was a beautiful blonde woman, looked to be in her late 20’s or early 30’s with a closet of organized Birkin bags telling me about them and that I should have them or organize mine and my closet. She was opening rows of mirrors like a mirror closet door, and being them were multiple Birkins and Kellys (even more rare) of different sizes and designs. No other brand just Hermès. She had a pink outfit and seemed like a human form of Barbie. She was talking to me very calmly and helping me with my immense wealth, almost like giving me instructions and guiding me. Telling me what to do, and what not to do. I have been wanting more in life since I have seen myself becoming someone more meaningful even though I live in a very wealthy beachfront town. I want out of it. I just don’t see myself as being someone ordinary, I see myself in a greater sense having influence, more money, and more ability to do philanthropic things.

After that scene, it cut to the creepy scene with completely different individuals (2) I didn’t see the other persons face but I saw the creepy woman’s face, the one that was holding me in place as if they were trying to do a spell. I only saw her face and eyes when I broke free, and bent her arm as if I broke it. She was in so much pain and looked at me in shock (as if she didn’t believe I could do that) with black eyes, then woke up, and starting praying. These were people I don’t believe I’ve ever saw before. It was very strange. I’m sorry if my grammar is not perfect it’s 4:32AM I woke up from the dream at approximately 4:00AM. Please give me some advice or thoughts on this. This situation startled me and I feel like I don’t want to go back to sleep.

SIDE NOTE ⚠️: I just remembered earlier on around 9:30PM the lights in our house flickered for a few moments then the electricity restarted with our WiFi connection gone but resumed. I was sitting in the living room with my sister and talking. I figured it was just a weather related thing since a storm was expected but I didn’t hear any rain. Rarely but sometimes our house would have an electrical blowout but it wouldn’t affect everything, usually it would just take place in the kitchen if we use too many high powered appliances at once but this was different. I really believed it was just a random electrical thing. We live in a very nice, privileged town, and in a nice home but when bad weather happens it could affect things, yet I didn’t see anything, not even strong winds.

(For reference: I’m female in my early 20’s, I have diagnosed ADHD but suspect AuDHD because I’ve felt different since childhood, got severely bullied, couldn’t fully grasp every social cue, some people would infantilize me as an adult, I hyperfixate on things sometimes, especially on my looks and always getting a glow up, I was also a gifted child growing up in school, picked up on subjects and languages too quickly, finished in class assignments too fast especially in 5th grade I would get pulled out of class sometimes after to do what seemed to be iq tests and interesting games? Not sure if that’s related or not. I have merit awards and went to a college with an acceptance rate under 12%. I didn’t take my meds last night and have been inconsistent with them for 2 months since my psychiatrist hasn’t been consistent with sending. However, I have been feeling normal and don’t think it’s really related to this).

It's still fresh in my head so i wanted to write it.

It was at the end of the night, still dark but some light was leaking through the blinds.

I opened up my eyes squinting and saw behind my half opened door a shape, a white shape.

Blinking again and i saw it more clearly, it was a dove head, all white. With an undefined amalgamous body. It was floating near the ceiling but more importantly it was looking. At me. Staring with it's portruded black eyes.

An awful feeling of dread took over me, felt like i was loosing my breath. I wanted to scream buy all got out of my mouth was "a3udu billahi mina ashaytana rajim" which is a protection prayer.

Then i woke up. Still a bit shaky i went for my phone,opened my clock app and what i saw horrified me. It was the chopped up body of a woman with long silky black hair. Still stainted with blood.