Visual Overload [Dream]
Notice: This submission is about a Dream i had last night, not so much a story.
Guys, I had a dream that made me absolutely sick I even woke up in a cold sweat. My dream started out okay, but at on point in my dream everything started to feel really fast. Then, any little moment of thought started appearing in my dream as random object. Not just one object but an array of so many object flashing in and out of the scene. It was as if I were a game where someone was spawning 3,000 of one object every few seconds and deleting the last one over and over. There were stacks of plates all over. On the plates were mandalas of various things I was thinking about at each time painted on in a mosaic pattern. Those plates were on short triangular pedestals that had a slight curve to them inwards on one side. Things kept spawning in, falling to the ground, then spawning out. I started to laugh in my dream because I couldn't stop it, but that made it start to switch faster and faster.
It made me so sick. That was at 3am, and I'm still sick. After I woke up, my dream was still active and every thought just bled into a kaleidoscope. I moved my hand forward in bed in real life and my dream twisted it, folded my arm inside out, Split it into three, and it bled, It burned, It charred. The only thing I could say is that I have been visually overloaded. Today my mind is fried.
Guys, I had a dream that made me absolutely sick I even woke up in a cold sweat. My dream started out okay, but at on point in my dream everything started to feel really fast. Then, any little moment of thought started appearing in my dream as random object. Not just one object but an array of so many object flashing in and out of the scene. It was as if I were a game where someone was spawning 3,000 of one object every few seconds and deleting the last one over and over. There were stacks of plates all over. On the plates were mandalas of various things I was thinking about at each time painted on in a mosaic pattern. Those plates were on short triangular pedestals that had a slight curve to them inwards on one side. Things kept spawning in, falling to the ground, then spawning out. I started to laugh in my dream because I couldn't stop it, but that made it start to switch faster and faster.
It made me so sick. That was at 3am, and I'm still sick. After I woke up, my dream was still active and every thought just bled into a kaleidoscope. I moved my hand forward in bed in real life and my dream twisted it, folded my arm inside out, Split it into three, and it bled, It burned, It charred. The only thing I could say is that I have been visually overloaded. Today my mind is fried.
Category Story / Miscellaneous
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