At first things made some sense. I was doing anything I wanted. It was basically a lucid dream. It was some weird resort or casino. But then quickly, as the hallucination (it was hypnagogia, not a dream), I start noticing weird anomalies. Like faces getting somewhat distorted, people’s speech being random word salads (not garbled gibberish, but just random strings of words that don’t make any sense yet people’s visible behavior indicate everything is normal). Then suddenly I realize all that events that had happened thus far is happening again but in reverse order. Although I still had autonomy to move on my own, I was compelled the backtrack through previous locations.
One location was some kind of flight simulator. The first time the aircraft crashed or some sort which released toxic simulated fumes. I didn’t think too much but when things reoccurred the second time, I started asking if this was supposed to happen and whether I can stop holding my breath. The people I was encountering again at the location with the flight simulator cubicle were not happy and began getting agitated, still spitting word salads, and walking menacingly towards me.
I start feeling this awful, painful, ambient static electric shock going through my body. Suddenly my sister barges into the room in the middle of the repeating hallucination. She starts yelling, and I suddenly became even more disturbed because I didn’t remember her being there at the start of the hallucination and she was the only one speaking coherently seemingly defying the logic of the world I’m in.
She was confused and angry and asking what the hell is going on in the dream scape. I told her I didn’t know but I was feeling an awful electrical shock passively building up in me. She dismisses it as nonsense and starts running towards her room to get something. Desperate to not be alone again in this hell world and wanting to prove I’m not crazy, I follow her and as she’s going through her rack of clothes, static starts making more noise, the pain becomes even more unbearable, and the clothes start moving around the way a plastic wrap or balloon moves in reaction to electricity. I back up from her room and suddenly the same electrical force starts moving the closet door, and my sister “oh hell nah I’m not pushing in that door” and runs downstairs outside onto our porch and sits down on the steps.
I follow her and as I open the door and try to call her, the house door separates and starts levitating and twisting in different directions. I see a man in a blue shirt in a wheel chair rolling across my lawn, and he stares right at me and says “LOOK AWAY FROM ME” so I quickly looked back at the floating door.
I tell my sister that the damn door is floating but she doesn’t say anything, just sits there. I yell something again, and she turns around. I couldn’t recognize her face, or if you could even call it a face, and suddenly she’s spewing a word salad like the other people I’ve encountered.
I woke up and realized less than 10 minutes have passed yet it felt like an eternity.
No im not high. Just extremely sleep deprived.
i think I just tapped into my subconscious being fearful of being unemployed as a soon-to-graduate computer science major. Perhaps it was also another Boeing whistleblower doing an SOS astral projection warning me that he’s in danger.
This is pretty normal. I know few service workers who like their clients even if they enjoy their work.