Nightmare I

Nightmare Highlights – 12 December, 2018

This is a nightmare log, where I will share personal, graphic nightmares of mine. I suffer chronic nightmares which are always lucid, always painful, always graphic. Please read at your discretion. Content warnings will ALWAYS be included.

Content warning: harm to a child, execution, shooting, parent-death

Part One

I was at home with my nephew (2) and my sister, and he kept coming home from daycare with “ouchies” as he calls them (I know, adorable!). We tried to find what the ouchies were caused by and basically he had been picking up seeds and tree sap and inserting them under his skin (arms, back, neck) and letting them grown. They would grow under the skin up the length of his arm, back or neck and he would then grab the tip of one and pull it out by peeling it back, essentially splitting the skin wide open. It wouldn’t hurt him but it was terrifying. They looked like this ->->->->->->-.

To get him to stop, I had to tell him that even though they didn’t hurt him, they hurt Aunty when he pulled them out so he wasn’t allowed to do it anymore. Then we had to bandage all his open (not bleeding, and very clean) wounds.

Part Two

I was at the Plaza (shopping mall) and two of my friends were taken as hostage with a man hunt going on for another woman. The person who had my friends in a public spectacle only had 2 henchmen with firemen’s hoses to keep people down, basically beating them with high pressure water. I made my way into the shops, to find this woman who was a target. Found her. Got her somewhere safe. Later, came out to see the public thing had escalated and I was suddenly stuck in a car. I saw two people picked to kneel in front of the executioner and be shot to death with several rounds each from an automatic rifle. Then the next two stepped forward and knelt, I recognised one. He turned in my direction not knowing I was there, and I saw it was my dad. I watched him be executed.

I woke up at about 5am and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was shaking, sweating, and as the nightmares were lucid, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that it wasn’t real.