If I can remember correctly it lasted a bit longer then I can make it out to be because I don't know every detail, but I remember it went something like this:
I had just walked up the flight of stairs to a palish colored room, an attic. It was familiar, and reminded me of my friends attic. Once i reached the top of the steps I turned left to see a window and a bed snugged to the corner to the right, and a rocking chair to the left. I immediately looked around and saw no one, then looked down and back up to see I was sitting on a couch and looked up to find myself across from the window, with the flight of stairs on the other side of the wall behind me.
A girl was sitting next to me ( I don't recall knowing her) and she began stitching our arms together from a little above the elbow, slowly pulling it tight and making her way to our wrists ( a nightmare at best) and made sure out arms were touching. It was only then I felt like I had a tear going down my left eye (yes I felt almost a pain in my eye and wetness down my cheek) and somehow I found scissors and snipped the thread that was binding me to this girl.
The scissors just kind of appeared and I used my left hand. Might I add my right arm was stitched and the girl sat to my right, and oddly enough I used my left hand like it was my dominant ( I'm right handed ) and the scissors were just there. I rushed to a mirror (I just kinda knew where one was) and it was VERY close to the couch, I stood up and turned left then in front of the wall there was a mirror in a glass wardrobe. I saw a nail in my left eye. I stared for what seemed like forever and then my body slowly ached and my hand grabbed the nailed, and pulled it slowly from my eye... at this point I was watching myself and it was vivid I felt like this whole dream was real life... And when the nail came out I saw a hole in my eye(the nail was dead center in my pupil) and I stared in horror.
I then closed my eyes and could hear someone calling my name. I opened my eyes (still in the dream) and was in a car with a cloth pushed agains my eye taking me to the hospital ( I was I. The car with my friends mom and I could recognize her easily by her looks and voice as she was saying where we were going ) and I took the cloth off my eye to see blood everywhere. I then woke up, very startled by the events that had just happened making this dream very memorable. So, could I please ask, what might have made my imagination come up with such a cruel way to express feelings?
and if it matters I do "lucid dream" often but have never learned to control it or figure out I'm dreaming until after I wake up, and I have controlled it once but still didn't even realize I was dreaming. Also I have been told I have aggressive REM when it my eyes do move in my sleep.
Thank you in advance! Thank you for reading my dream and I apologize for any mishaps in my story as I writing this very early in the morning very tired
