I was just remembering when I was around 7ish through 9ish having one strange reoccurring thought almost nightly.
It was an intense fear that hit while I was in bed trying to sleep. That my life was someone else's dream and when they woke up I would, essentially, die, or cease to exist. We all would.
Not sure what sparked that thought, nor why it went away, eventually.
Also, starting from the earliest days I can remember, I spent all of my childhood having only bad or scary dreams. This didn't start tapering off till I was around 10.
Even then it didn't stop, they just slowly started to become less frequent. It took years for them to stop completely or only occur at a normal pace.
I had one bad dream in particular that repeated countless times in the earliest years. It sounds stupid, or maybe even cool, to a degree. But it wasn't for me.
I would be in a giant warehouse. I could see the opposite wall, but length wise it seemed to go on forever in each direction.
My brother and father were there, standing a little ways apart.
The only other thing in this room was a fire escape type stair system that went about three or four stories high. I was at the top of the stairs watching it all this go down.
The entire place had balls of various sizes. Some the size of a soccer ball and going up to ten foot tall, maybe higher. No order to them, just randomly placed and spaced apart.
My brother and dad would start out talking normally, though I never understood a word.
It didn't take long for their chatting to start growing increasingly angry and loud.
Finally one would push a ball at the other. Next thing you know they're pushing balls at each other non-stop. Yelling at one another the whole time.
It would gradually increase in speed, anger and chaos, the faster it went the more quickly it sped up. I would be terrified as soon as they started pushing balls at each other.
If I recall correctly it kept getting more chaotic and angry and fast until it was like a cassette playing while being fast forward. Then I'd suddenly wake up, terrified.
I had this dream multiple times a year.
It was the only dream I had during that time up until they began gradually shifting over to the random bad dreams mentioned before.
In over thirty years I still have no idea why it kept reoccurring or if there was a point to it.
Also my dad and brother got along fine in real life.
I'm not looking for people's interpretation of any of this, just simply sharing random events I went through as a kid.
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, I was all-in!!
