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21 year-old female from Jefferson, GA
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Insight into the Disturbed XI
My time in private school was short lived. For various reasons, my mother was encouraged to let go of her job and move away. Our family moved away from the house I had grown up in and came to a place that was the opposite of what I found familiar. However, I was flexible and able to deal with the change nicely. After our move, my year and a half year of virtual solitude began. The only people I really saw were family members during that time. This didn't bother me, ironically, and I was glad to have time to myself.
The frequency of disturbing dreams began to decrease at this time. I still had dreams about being eaten or tortured from time to time, but the dreams about hell stopped as well as the dreams involving demons. What one could deem 'normal' dreams began to enter my subconscious again. I had dreams about flying and having super powers. My dreams often left me anxious though. In the dreams where I flew, the height scared me and I wished to be back down. In the dreams where I had powers, I managed to save some people and then lost my powers. Sometimes in dreams, I would perform some heroic act, but when I went to repeat the process, doubt at my own ability ate me until I woke up. Other dreams about being lost and losing important things were occasional.
Peculiar dream experiences began to happen as well. I would dream incoherently and the images in my head were blurred and fuzzy. I could never make out what I had dream afterward. It was as if I had been watching television and the static prevented me from understanding the program I wanted to watch. The only thing I knew for sure about these images was that they were disturbing and made knots in the pit of my stomach. Panic attacks at night also became slightly more frequent. Waking up in a cold sweat with the heart racing was no longer surprising to me.
Eyes began to bother me in particular. I remember a dream where I was walking down a medical hall that was dimly lit. I walked into a room where several doctors were gathered around a young woman strapped into a chair. She was crying, but they shoved a rather large needle into her arm anyway. I watched her eyes widen to an unnatural size. Her face seemed to shrink into the shape of a skull. All the while, her eyes pleaded with me to save her...or kill her. I don't know which.
In another dream, I felt the creature in the dark stalking me again. Instead of waiting to be attacked as usual, I got up from my room and went into the bathroom to get away. I remember the eerie calmness I felt in the dream. I was so calm that I didn't turn on the bathroom light. As I sat there, staring at my reflection in the mirror, eyes appeared behind me. Inhuman, demonic eyes I had seen before in other dreams. In the seconds before I awoke, I felt myself being grabbed and knew that I was about to be eaten.
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Esther | | Occupation |
Stabbing clocks | | Birthday |
February 5th, 1991 | | SKILLETCHIK'S... | |
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