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My Funny Dream

Scary but Funny

By Holy EvilPublished about a year ago 2 min read

"It was a dark and stormy night—the kind that makes you want to curl up under the covers and hide from the world. Lightning was flashing outside my window like nature's strobe light, and thunder was doing its best impression of a rock band warming up for a concert. Every time it boomed, I couldn't help but imagine that some giant was upstairs, trying to bowl a perfect strike. Despite my best efforts to ignore it, I was wide awake, listening to the storm rage on.

Eventually, I convinced myself that the thunder wasn't going to grow arms and pull me out of bed, and I finally drifted off to sleep. That's when things got weird. I found myself on top of a mountain—because apparently, my brain thinks that’s the perfect place for a nightmare. I was being chased by a gang of angry enemies, all brandishing knives like they were auditioning for a horror movie. I ran, but let’s face it, running in dreams is like trying to sprint through molasses. They caught me, and before I knew it, they’d chopped off my head.

Now, here’s where it gets really bizarre: instead of just blacking out like a normal decapitated person would, I stood there, completely headless, watching my own noggin tumble down the mountain like a rogue bowling ball. I was just standing there, headless, thinking, 'Huh, I wonder where it’ll stop?' It was like my body decided, 'Well, we might not have eyes anymore, but let's see this through!'

I woke up in a cold sweat, heart racing like I’d just run a marathon. But as I lay there, trying to calm down, I started thinking about the dream. And then, it hit me like a bolt of lightning: how in the world was I watching my head roll away when I didn’t even have a head? I couldn’t stop laughing. I mean, seriously, dream logic, what are you even doing? My brain managed to create a whole horror story, but couldn’t figure out that headless people don’t get to enjoy the show! It was so ridiculous that I ended up chuckling myself back to sleep, thankful that at least in the real world, my head was still firmly attached."

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