1. michaelneedstogetoutmore: The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli (1781)I had a dream that I kept waking up in different rooms with different members of my family, and I was stuck there, going in a loop, puzzled. After some pensiveness I realised that all but myself had died in an accident and I was either dreaming, in a coma or in purgatory and had to get some kind of emotional closure with each individual Sykes so they could move on. It was messed up and I woke up very upset. Something weird is definitely going on with my sleep cycles after last week - I was barely home and didn’t get enough sleep most nights. Yesterday I was having a nap and woke up to sleep paralysis, hallucination and all - I was being held in my bed by some kind of weighty black orb. I had to recognise that I was out of my mind and strain to snap out of it, upon which I realised that it was actually the middle of the day and my room demonstrated a noted deficit of malevolant black orbs. I’ve always been fascinated by hypnagogia and hypnopomp, but never really exprienced the more colourful effects for myself. I guess out of morbid curiosity I had always wanted to. Ultimately I felt all but privileged by the experience.

    michaelneedstogetoutmore:

    The Nightmare, by Henry Fuseli (1781)

    I had a dream that I kept waking up in different rooms with different members of my family, and I was stuck there, going in a loop, puzzled. After some pensiveness I realised that all but myself had died in an accident and I was either dreaming, in a coma or in purgatory and had to get some kind of emotional closure with each individual Sykes so they could move on. It was messed up and I woke up very upset.

    Something weird is definitely going on with my sleep cycles after last week - I was barely home and didn’t get enough sleep most nights. Yesterday I was having a nap and woke up to sleep paralysis, hallucination and all - I was being held in my bed by some kind of weighty black orb. I had to recognise that I was out of my mind and strain to snap out of it, upon which I realised that it was actually the middle of the day and my room demonstrated a noted deficit of malevolant black orbs. I’ve always been fascinated by hypnagogia and hypnopomp, but never really exprienced the more colourful effects for myself. I guess out of morbid curiosity I had always wanted to. Ultimately I felt all but privileged by the experience.

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