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

Welp so much for me sleeping tonight

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SpoilerI'm on a rooftop carpark with Kayla, the other ALT who used to live in this town/my old neighbour, she moved back home in August so that should've been my immediate indication that something was up, but nope. We were doing some kind of craft activity at a picnic table; I glanced over at the shoppping complex proper the carpark was for and seeing some mascots/pictures but nothing I recognise now that I'm awake. We were going to Miyazaki later that day (despite it already being pitch black night?) and I said I'd catch a bus, which was the usual state of affairs. A car pulls up out of nowhere, dead silent with its lights off (which struck me as weird/shady considering it was night), which annoys Kayla because she only wanted to order supplements today off the guy? Not actually collect/pay for them?

I was sitting in the back seat of a bus, checking my phone or something. It's dark and my inability to see details around me is exacerbated by the fact I'm checking my phone. I read something funny and laugh aloud, which makes the person a couple seats in front of me turn around. I apologise to Kayla for startling her, before noticing the person has dark hair, maybe they look like me, and I'm wondering why Kayla would be on the bus with me. She's got a car. It's pitch-black, and even though I don't know the exact time I know it's too late for the buses to be running. I'm suddenly aware I'm in the back of a minivan, not a bus. The last thing I'm aware of before the scene crashes to an illogical stop as I strongly visualise my sleeping form to force myself awake is another dark, blobby, indistinct passenger in the window seat one row in front of mine

I wake up in my room, exactly as I left it when I dozed off two hours ago, figuring out the bus/van ride was a dream. I hear a buzz like a phone receiving a text, although the buzz sounds like it's on a hard surface. I roll out of bed, like, roll off my bed and onto the floor, it's like I've got sleep paralysis or something. I'm aware in the dream that I don't get sleep paralysis, and also that the drawers in the frame of my bed proper (under the mattress) are open. I figure burglars must have broken in, which didn't bother me as much as it should. I'm dimly aware my laptop is not where it should be, which corroborates that. I find my phone on the floor next to me; the screen or backlight or something is faulty because the light is abnormally dull.

I've got two texts and a couple of pictures sent from an unknown number, I think they were written in Japanese. The screen was too dim to make sure. There are three drawers on my bedframe; one the length of the bed on top and two half-ones on the bottom. (I once had a bed like this but don't right now) I push the half-ones closed first without getting up from the floor, aware there's a noise like a person in the room. Another buzz.

I sit up to close the large, long drawer, and there's someone's head sticking out of there. There's a note by their head, sitting on my bed. I distinctly remember what it said in the dream (something like "Enjoy" but with three words, I remember thinking that the English was not grammatically correct), written in my handwriting. I figured the burglars had rooted through my trash or something to find a note that'd fit the situation. The head was really pale had blood on it, not a lot. I closed the drawer on it, hearing another buzz from inside there.

I crawled back onto my bed with my phone, figuring I should call the cops and wondering if I should hold that drawer shut by getting out of bed and sitting up against it. I instead try and force myself to logic bomb my way out of this again, figuring there's too many inconsistencies for me to actually be awake, and

I wake up properly this time, or rather, I woke up forty minutes ago. I spent about five minutes determining whether there were actually burglars/intruders in my apartment, another five deciding that I wasn't actually so scared I needed to get out of bed, turn the lights on, or go lock my door, and spend the rest of the time up until now trying to write this out so I don't forget it.

The damnedest thing about this nightmare is that I wasn't actually scared by it, and am not actually scared right now despite the fact it was very unsettling. In short brains are weird