Schizoid Ranting

Entire dream was me wacked out on drugs or something on a rocky beach. My fingers were bleeding and there were scraps of metal around me.  I remember nothing else. 

After trying to talk to the little people I started hearing HUGE footsteps, like I was also a little person and it went on forever. Details: Little dude was twice as tall as a yarn in a carpet Someone was yelling at me through a wall

I've just been stealing my dad's magic gummies so my rem sleep is suffering ig. Nonetheless I did have the glass dome dream again but I cannot remember if it was last night or the night before lol

I had another one of my recurring dreams where I’m strangling this bald guy lmao. I’m never sure who attacked who first but it feels like I’m defending myself from him. I feel pretty guilty while doing it nonetheless. The earliest thing I can remember in the dream is knowing that I had just been arguing with him but I never remember what when I wake up. One time I did become lucid for a second before immediately waking up and I'm pretty sure the guy said “is fet”... or maybe he was sayin Im fat idk but that makes no fkn sense so We were in a white room with a tree in the middle. I think I've been playing The Forest too much. That's all I can remember

I was once again in Minecraft. It was a log cabin which honestly looked pretty cozy. I knew I was playing minecraft but at the same time didn’t question why there were normal objects all around me. There was a rly cute kitchen sink and cabinet set by the window with my favorite ceramic frog on it and I think a bunch of other trinkets but I didn't pay attention to those. I don’t remember what I was doing between looking at the sink and continuously outting putting the pressure plate on the outside of the door by mistake and  the monsters then getting in. One of the monsters was like a “hyper realistic” 2010’s creepy pasta zombie or something and I started laughing so hard in the dream it just disappeared when I looked back up. I killed bro with my whimsy. I moved the pressure plate and my bed to the far side of the room and then began to fall asleep. Then of course I look out the window and my house is floating in an ocean. I dont remember anything after that but I again woke up to pee. Other details I can remember: The pressure plate was like one of those fabric-ey  welcome mats that was pretty beat up and frayed but had that kind of charm that always made me love old used things. Imma be a hoarder aren’t i?  The wood that made the house looked like the wood from the game The Forest. The water made no sound, and I leaned up against a window behind my bed to look at the ocean. It was night but when the ocean spawned into existence it was like 10am or something.

Because of personal reasons I’ve decided to dedicate some time into dream journaling. I’m hoping it helps my sleeping issues. My core goal is to learn to lucid dream so I can change my dreams while they're happening. To do that I have to improve my dream recall.  Right now I have a few recurring dreams. One of them is more of a recurring place than an event. It’s a terrarium. It reminds me of those butterfly petting zoos with the huge outside garden, if you’ve ever been to one. The area is so lush it looks like a fantasy movie or something. But I only gather this from a small portion of what I can actually see: a dark sky, with reflections of water lapping dance on the glass of the dome. The glass is covered in overgrowth, vines and moss and all that. What is more important in this dream is the sensations. When I first “awake” in the dream I hear birdsong that sounds deeper than real birds- like what I’d imagine dragon babies to sound like lol At the same time I feel something comparable to the feeling of freshly peeling a wet bathing suit off after a long day of swimming. Idk if anyone else feels like a squishy spider that just shed it’s skin, but I do and it feels really good to roll around under covers after taking off a bathing suit.. Anyway lol This feeling is pretty prominent in the first blip of the dream. But almost immediately the feeling transforms into what feels like being TOO exposed; like someone poked my squishy spider butt. But it’s really not that cute, I feel genuine terror and start like thrashing about lmfao. I’ve always had night terrors and I have panic attacks in my waking life. But these are monumental comparatively. Maybe just because it's in a dream it feels so much more intense. Nonetheless my senses will then dim and close in on the fear, like a metaphysical hurricane of half thoughts, emotions, and ideas that whip past my head faster than I can comprehend, making me delirious. In an abstract-hypnopompic way, I could say I was drowning.Like the windy circle of hell from Dante’s Inferno. This of course is my hypnopompic stage when I tend to wake up to pee at night lol. Its funny to think my brain is probably replaying the same commercial to encourage me to get up and pee but nothing works as well as fear so it’s settled for horrific psychological torture. Of course once I wake up it’s no big deal but at the moment it’s unbearable. Is there such a term for emotion-only nightmares?