I first woke up early this morning, feeling anxious. Then I drank jasmine green tea and finally felt my nerves starting to calm down. And then I decided to take a nap. I woke up from the nap around 12 pm.
Anyway, I’m here to talk about the dream I had while napping. It was an even more intense/vivid/somewhat scary dream than the one I had earlier today.
So.. what the heck, brain?! That was such a bizarre dream. What is wrong with my subconscious? What in the world is happening in there? O_O
My stomach felt weird when I first woke up. My stomach is feeling weird again. Uh.. heck.
I just have to write down what happened in this dream. I just have to share it here. I just have to.
Enjoy the movie my subconscious came up with! I’ll try to remember all the good details. ;D
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The Hedgehog - School - Murderer Gang Dream by Shan’s subconscious
Part 1:
• I was living in an alternate universe. There were slight changes to everyday, mundane, things. In the dream, I was back in high school in 12th grade. Being back in high school is scary enough, but it only gets worse.
• This wasn’t an ordinary high school though. Oh no, this school was weird. First of all, grades from 6 to 12 went to the same school. Middle school no longer exists, apparently. Secondly, I was obsessed with my language arts class I had first period. When I say “I” I’m referring to dream-me. From now on. Got that? Good. For some reason, I obsessively thought about whether I had my language arts class first period during senior year or junior year. In the dream, I thought it was senior year, but in real life, I had language arts last period during senior year and first period during junior year. Why do I remember this? I have no idea. The third weird thing was that the language arts classroom looked like a college lecture hall. Was I in a lecture hall for one of my English classes in college or was this high school? My brain couldn’t decide, which made everything that much worse. And finally, the last weird thing about this school was that I actually had a band class first period.. but only once. I think I was like a ghost during that class. 6th through 12th graders were all in the same band class. I didn’t sit next to the clarinet players. You think being a clarinet player would make me sit with them, right? Wrong. I sat in the saxophone section, which was all the way across the room from the clarinet section. Then the band teacher conducted and the band played a song, and I sat there confused, not knowing what the hell was going on. No one noticed me there. After class, I helped put the music stands and chairs away. No one saw me. Then I walked to my language arts class.
• The language arts class itself was boring. I don’t remember what happened. I do remember the classmates I sat close to, however. There were these two boys sitting behind me. One was taller than the other and had tan skin and dark brown hair. The other one had lighter skin, curly light brown hair, and freckles. There were girls in the front rows, but I forgot what they looked like. The teacher was a woman with long dark brown hair. She was nice.
• After class or after the school day in general, I was walking alone at the end of a hallway when I saw an injured hedgehog on the floor. It made me sad. I picked it up, and it fit in my two hands. Underneath the hedgehog was a paper note, so I picked it up off the floor and read it. I don’t remember what the note said, but it said something about warm brown bacon from a hedgehog. I didn’t want someone to kill and cook this poor little hedgehog to turn into bacon, so I put the hedgehog and note in my backpack and fled the school.
Part 2:
• The hedgehog stayed in my backpack for a long time. I forgot to take it out of my backpack when I came home. I think I was scared about what my pets would do to the hedgehog, so I kept it in my backpack..? I don’t know. I was especially scared about what my tuxedo cat, Thelma, would do. Would Thelma eat the hedgehog? I couldn’t risk it.
• Back to the alternate universe details. Back home, the TV in the family room had Hulu connected to it. My family doesn’t have Hulu, by the way. Anyway, this Hulu was very weird. It had Netflix shows on it, but the thumbnails for the shows and movies were nothing like the shows and movies themselves. There was an aesthetic underwater ocean picture for the TV show, How I Met Your Mother. For some reason, I decided to watch that show, starting with season 1 episode 1. The episode was called Pilot. It featured these teenage kids doing whatever the hell they were doing. Then they sat down on a big couch, and the show went back in time to the main characters of the show as young adults or 30-something year olds. The character called Barney was gay, which was a plus. I liked gay Barney. Everyone else was white and straight, which made me bored. XD
• At least one week passed since I found the hedgehog. Dumbass me never took it out of my backpack. It didn’t die though, which was suspicious. One day in language arts class, its cute little brown hedgehog head poked out from my backpack’s side pocket. It was closed, but it still managed to get out of my backpack. As the teacher was speaking, the hedgehog let out a high-pitched “ahh” sound. That, of course, caught everyone in the room’s attention. I desperately pushed the hedgehog back in my backpack. People around me gave me “what the fuck” looks; I couldn’t blame them. After class, the teacher approached me and asked me why I had a hedgehog in my backpack. I explained to her and got very emotional. I didn’t want my hedgehog friend to turn into warm brown bacon. That doesn’t even make sense. What the fuck. Then the teacher told me to get food to feed the hedgehog, to give it water, and have a litter box at home as a place for it to pee and poop. I checked my backpack, and it didn’t pee or poop in there. I didn’t know how the hedgehog was still alive, to be honest.
Part 3:
• That day I finally let out the hedgehog from my backpack and put it in a closed space in either a bathroom or my bedroom in my house. I forgot which one. I told the same story I told my teacher to my family, and I nearly cried while telling it. I didn’t want the hedgehog to die. Never mind how I didn’t feed it or give it water for at least a week. I don’t remember how my family reacted.
• At the same time, this was during the coronavirus pandemic. My sister was in grad school and was taking online classes. Which is normal since that’s actually happening. But in the dream, her classes only consisted of chatting with her professors and classmates in an online chat room. The chat site she was using was green. I didn’t like it. I argued with her a lot in the dream, and she apparently was in three separate chat rooms at the same time. One was with her class, one was with our dad, and one was with another group of people that I couldn’t care less about. I was annoyed that she was communicating with dad through this website.
• I finally set up a small litter box for my hedgehog pet. She was so cute. Yes, it was a female hedgehog.
• Finally, I heard news about the coronavirus. Quarantines across the world were starting. The news talked about a couple who were on a ship in the middle of the ocean when the quarantines started. They came back to their country and were like “What the fuck happened while we were on vacation?!” and then they had to self-isolate for two weeks. They received no news about the coronavirus while at sea.
• For some reason, I still attended high school while this whole pandemic shit was going on. That was extremely cursed. Why was school still happening? What the hell.
• I still brought the hedgehog with me to school. However, I was taking care of her now. I had to push her head back in the bag during my classes many times. I fed her small bits of vegetables such as carrots and celery. Do hedgehogs even eat those? I don’t know. I gave her water while walking to my other classes and to lunch. A mess never appeared in my backpack, which was suspicious. After school, I put her in the litter box where she finally did her business. Everything was going well. We were friends. I loved this hedgehog.
Part 4:
• One day while I was watching the news on TV, there was a news story about this murderer gang in my town made out of high school girls. They apparently killed lots of people. People from the high school were dying. They were.. you guessed it.. murdered by the murderer gang.
• Weeks passed. The two boys in the language arts class I talked about earlier were both killed. Then I got scared. I knew those boys. And they were murdered by these evil girls.
• At one point, there was a scene in my dream that described the sequence of murders. The last two victims were those two boys. Then the murderers fought amongst themselves. Why were they killing people? I never got an answer to that.
• Worst of all, me and my hedgehog were next on their kill list. :’(
Part 5:
• After school one day, I quickly ran home. It started to rain. I ran even faster. As I saw my house, I saw an extra car in the driveway. I clutched the part of my backpack where the hedgehog was sleeping and prayed for our safety. Then I opened the door and entered the house.
• In one room, there was a random guy dressed up in a kitchen apron performing as Alexander Hamilton in the Broadway play, Hamilton. He was singing the Alexander Hamilton song. At the end of the song, he cried out, “Alexander Hamilton!” and threw off his apron. He was a good singer, not gonna lie.
• It all went downhill from there. The high school girls who were murderers approached me, still wearing my backpack. They demanded me to give up the hedgehog. I refused. They threatened me. It was scary. Like, very scary. :(
• At one point, the random guy singing Hamilton songs was killed. I don’t know how. He just died. It made me sad. These girls were so evil. :’(
• Meanwhile the girls pushed me upstairs. At one point, I got separated from my backpack and only one girl was pushing me. Thankfully, the hedgehog was safe. Then it becomes extremely weird and gross and inappropriate. Oh god, I hated this part.
• Somehow the girl and I became a few years older in an instant. We were both over 18 now. I somehow turned into a man. Then the evil woman started flirting with me. Then she told me to confess my mistake of stealing the hedgehog and preventing it from being turned into bacon. She demanded that I confess everything by saying it in a long red tube attached to her butt. I felt highly uncomfortable. She then became horny and wanted/nearly forced us to do sexual acts together. I said no and ran away as fast as I could. Oh yeah, this took place in an upstairs bathroom.
• The next thing I remember is the sexual predator woman and the rest of the murderer gang being caught and sent to jail or something. My hedgehog was safe. I was safe. I remained a man.
• Some time later, the spell wore off and I was no longer a man. I became a 12th grader again. I became AFAB (assigned female at birth) again. The dream finally ended with the hedgehog turning into a small brown cat.
The end. XD
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Yeah uh.. I dreamed that. I’m not joking. I literally dreamed this. My subconscious is cursed.
What the hell does my dream mean? I have no idea.
I need help. Or something. I dreamed this vivid as hell thing while asleep for only two hours. In the span of two hours, I dreamed all of this.
I don’t think this is normal. Why did I dream this in such a short amount of time?
This dream was so long. It was a full story. A fucked up story, sure, but a story with characters and settings and a single main plot nonetheless.
If you think I’m making this all up as blogging entertainment, then you’re wrong. I did dream this while sleeping, and I wrote down the details from that dream to entertain you all. I’m not creative enough to suddenly create this story out of thin air. Why would I anyway?
My subconscious is a good movie maker. I don’t know what else to tell you.
Congrats for reading all of this. Until the next post.. whenever that will happen.. goodbye.
~ Shan
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