So I passed out from 7:30pm until 11:30pm. Ver Bruggen woke me up, finally, and I was so out of it. It was the worst nightmare I’ve possibly ever have had.
I was in this group, like it was a class I was in and we were going on a trip, part flying, part not. I can’t remember most of it, but there’s one part that really, really creeps me out.
I was inside Wal-Mart, our bus took a pit stop, and was buying a soda; there were three other people around me. All the sudden it felt like someone splashed water on my left wrist, but it hurt incredibly. We got back on the bus, it was night time. My hand kept getting worse and worse, I couldn’t see it though. All the sudden in the dream it is “morning” and half of my forearm is eaten away, like that water was acidic.
It was so vivid, like completely unrealistic in the fact there was no bleeding, and it looked like a perfect burn on paper. I could see all the bones and parts of the muscle, see the marks where parts were burnt through or not. I could move my hand and see all the bones move.
Was so creepy
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