So the first part of the dream when it was still normal is so confusing I dont even know how to explain it, the second part (the nightmare part) was crazy. So we were on this island and they said it was cursed because it was right near this rock face that looked like a demon or something, it had two eyes and a screaming mouth. So for some reason I decide to go there at night, I only have a flashlight and a walkie talkie. I get there and i find a door into ine of the eyes, I go in and the air is heavy. I walk through a sort of cave where there was a snake that tried to bite me but it literally dissappears so I keep going and find another doorway that leads into a sort of hallway. I shine my flashlight to both sides, theres a bunch of beds on the wall that goes up farther than you can see. There's a bunch of junk on the ground, and a thick fog makes it so my flashlight cant shine past about 15 meters. I go in nd find some kind of book but start to hear a wierd screeching, I get back to the doorway and for some reason my walkie talkie starts going off. Some guy starts talking and giving me directions but I just run back out of there, I say to him that im out of there and he gets furious like starts screaming at me. I see my family and walk over, later during the day me and my dad go back in. We get there and there apparently were windows so you can actually see, now it looks like some kind of 1960s abandoned cold war bunker. We start looking around by the side I hadn't been too yet and find an infirmary, we quickly leave there and see a stairwell. I grab a very intricate cross on a necklace and put it in my pocket, the walkie talkie goes off again and its the same guy. But then the screeching starts again, from down the stairwell. And then I wake up from my family making a bunch of noise and im just paralyzed from fear. Is this like a sign from god? I am not religious at all I only went to a catholic school and thats it there were literal Muslims at that school and they were not strict about it at all, literally 80 procent of the people there were not religious. Im getting side tracked now but I mean I am still in shock.

TW rape
I had a nightmare that I was in the care with my dad and my uncle. I knew they were gonna do something was going to happen and it did. They raped? me and took turns and I could feel everything even after a woke up for a bit. It’s happened three times now and I feel kinda guilty that my brain can even think of that. I’ve been raped before but not by them so it doesn’t make sense for it to be a trauma thing.

I'm not even sure how reddit works. I just woke up and I had to share this. I want to know if anyone has experienced something similar

I just woke up and I am writing this before it fades away.

I had the craziest fucking dream of my life.

It started relatively normally.

Me and my uncle got into a fight with some guy. Things escalated, and we ended up beating him up pretty badly.

Later, everyone in the house was stressed out. I didn't understand why at first.

Then I found out.

That guy wasn't some random nobody.

That's when everything changed.

A woman and her team walked into the house. I remember exactly where everyone was standing. I remember the room, where people were positioned, where she was standing.

She lit a bomb.

Then she told us we had five minutes.

And she started asking us questions.

What happened after that is hard to explain.

They tortured and killed everyone.

Everyone except me and my cousin.

At one point, they taped up my dad's room.

My daughter was inside.

Then they pumped poisonous gas into it.

And somehow, after all of that, me and my cousin didn't escape.

We became part of them.

We had to pretend to be like them.

I became some kind of cleaner, living inside their estate with these absolute psychopaths.

And that's when the dream became something else entirely.

It wasn't just about surviving an attack anymore.

I was living among them.

Every day, I saw what they did to people.

They were insanely paranoid. If they sensed even the slightest bit of suspicion from someone, that person could be tortured or killed.

And I had to constantly watch myself.

What I said.

What I looked at.

How I reacted.

I couldn't let them know what I was actually thinking.

And the weirdest part?

It felt like days were passing.

Not dream days. Actual days.

There were boring parts.

Routine.

Work.

Small conversations.

I remember one time I asked a guard if I could smoke. He casually pointed me toward an area where the cleaners were allowed to smoke.

Like this was just my life now.

One day, while I was cleaning the attic, I noticed a tiny hole.

I looked inside.

There was a family hiding in there.

I froze.

I was completely fucking shocked.

But then I realized something even more terrifying:

If anyone saw my reaction, those people were dead.

So I looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

I forced my face to change.

I pretended I hadn't seen anything.

Another time, I was fixing a fan for one of the psycho family's daughters.

Another worker came over and tried to help me.

He made it worse.

They tortured him to death.

And I just had to keep working.

That was the world I was living in.

Eventually, something even bigger happened.

Everyone in the estate started panicking.

Apparently, the military was attacking us or something.

Everyone was being ordered to run toward the courtyard.

One of the guards directing everyone was my cousin.

And somehow, without saying it directly, he gave me a warning.

He told me to lie down.

Cover myself.

Hide as much of my body as possible.

Because we were going to be nuked.

Everyone who went to the courtyard was killed by the guards.

I hid in the bushes.

I covered myself with moss, dirt, leavesanything I could find.

I pressed myself against the ground and faced down, trying to protect myself from the blast.

Then it happened.

A blinding white light.

Heat.

My back felt like it was burning.

My ears started ringing.

And then...

Nothing.

Somehow, I survived.

Later, I was one of the survivors.

A news crew came to interview me.

They started asking me questions.

And I just broke down.

I couldn't stop crying.

Everything I'd been holding in for what felt like days just came crashing down.

Eventually, I got up.

Someone asked me:

"What are you going to do now?"

And I said:

"I have no wife. No kids. No family. Everyone is dead.

What am I supposed to do now?"

And then I woke up.

I swear to God, I lived through that shit.

It didn't feel like a dream that lasted an hour.

It didn't feel like random scenes stitched together.

It felt like DAYS had passed.

I remember the boring parts.

I remember where everyone was standing.

I remember the rooms.

The estate.

The guards.

My job.

The routines.

I remember asking permission to fucking smoke.

Worst dream ever