I dreamt about.... 2 or 3 days ago that I was in a dark room, no light besides this square red glowing panel (Hollow in the middle so.. its a square) that was glowing a redish type color on the floor. I moved toward it, and as I stepped on it a sharp pain when through my body (I hate those dreams that you can actually feel >.>), about 5 seconds later (I think...) I start chanting words, words that make no freaking sense at all, and as I chant a image pops up into the middle of the square I am squareing (Walking around the square to each edge), its a kid, its me when I was little. As I tried my hardest to look as close as I can, I notice that that image, the person in it,
I, was screaming in pain, I tried to reach out to this false image to try and help 'myself'... but with no luck. My body refuses to listen to me, I chant louder and louder, and as my uncontrollable body does this, my 'image' screams of pain and for help get louder.
All I remember is my 'now not my own body' is twisted, I don't even know how to explain it... But after I saw my own twisted body in this dream, I immediatley woke up and looked at my hands...
yeah... I'm glad my hands weren't covered in blood like in the dream... o.o
seriously, this dream has scared the shiz out of me.
Won't get out of my head either.
is that.. wierd at all?