"Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares

Ok so at 2am yesterday I had to forcibly wake myself up from an unpleasant dream. Those are always fun since the one time I booted myself out of one dream, to have a follow-up dream where I woke up in bed and immediately hid under it while some asshole with a knife prowled around my room.

These kind of dreams are characterised by my being extremely drunk/tired, to the point my movements are sluggish/uncoordinated, my vision periodically blurs, and basic motor skills like pushing buttons are impaired.

I'm staying at a hotel on the 6th/top floor, and leave my room to go check out an installation next to the elevator (which is in some kind of alcove). Gimeurcookie is authoring a suspense/horror story set in said elevator (though the art was more like theredlamp/Friday's?), and story "updates" are in the form of new communication logs+data+video feeds being added to a (fake?) service/control panel next to the elevator.

I catch up on the story, walk back to my room, and realise I've left the keycard inside. I head back to the alcove where the elevator is, and read the newest content while waiting for the elevator to reach my floor. Shit's starting to get tense in the story, and the update ends with:

<But... there isn't even an elevator there>

Indeed, this alcove is identical to the one with the lift, except there's no goddamn lift. It's getting late now and boy I must be tired if I didn't even notice that. I give Gime mad props in my head for tricking me like that, then stagger down the corridor to the alcove which actually has the elevator. The hallway is dark and I'm starting to get anxious, which is exacerbated further by my body's uncooperative attempts at pushing the 1st floor button in the elevator.

I check the time on my phone in the unlit elevator and it's ten to three in the morning - I get a bad feeling the front desk was unmanned after 2am and I'm getting stressed/panicked at the thought of having to sleep outside my room and getting yelled at in the morning for being a fuckup.

The doors open at the ground floor and everything's dark and menacing and I just know something is ominous and wrong with the situation, so that's when my brain's like fuck, shit, no, and my field of vision is torn in half like a piece of paper and I wake up.

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And freak out a bit, because the only thing worse than an aborted dream is a follow-up dream where I'm in my room, trying and failing to decompress from an unsettling dream. I talk to some folks online to assure myself I'm awake, post in the 2am thread, and eventually pass out again.