My dreams are eaten my reality

I always had trouble waking up not because I like sleeping but because well my changes each time I would wake up not all that much at first it started little bit by bit at the start.however it gotten worse over time.My dreams consist of random moments in my life.at first it was just small changes placements of thing and names.Then things we never owned started appearing out of nowhere.It’s kind of random at least by what I can till.sometimes it old kid toy the kind you would see in history books,shoes,

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I don’t know how it started.One I was younger I didn’t dream at all.Sleep was so much simpler.My eyes would close well I’d welcome the darkness enclosed around me.Only to open my eyes to the sound of my alarm.Find hours had past druggie and just as tired as before.I was up haven to make my way through another day.I heated it back then.It was great.I remember the aching in my back feeling dreadful hoping next time I ‘d never wake up again. God what I would do to get that back.Just silence no worries, being able to easily open my eyes.No worries that the world around me haven changed whence I wake up.No feeling of pressure growing each time my eyes begin to shut.

I try not to sleep. My record is one hundred and eight hours and forty five minutes.You can stay awake forever I’ve tried.Many..Many times in the end the sandman always wins.

I still remember my life from before I begin my family.My mother and father worked respectable jobs back then.They were so kind and loven.Dad was a store manager and mom was a nurse.They wear the ones I always came to.They wear the first ones I told about what was going on back one the changes was small and nothing.I don’t know what they are now or witch of them even exist if ether one does.

The changes in my dreams happened again. I don't know whatever new world I just woke up to.

Once I expected what was happening I used it.For not always are the changes bad. At the beginning it was great.Ever have a dream you were richer then you are.Maybe you can fly just like the superheroes you’ve read about as a kid.perhaps you meet the love of your life.Change isn’t always bad.I’ve been through all of these and more.

At the beginning there was confusion, everything written off as coincidence.My memory must be off, it was always like that.That was always their name.That was the first three months the next couldn’t be written off.Ever go from a one bedroom one bath house to a four bedroom two bath three kitchen?Not really something you can just say “oh I must be forgetting it’s always been like that”.

Once I accepted what was happening I tried to control it.Use it for my own needs.speakers and headphones to play voice recording books and videos on Lucid dreaming.Tied a bright rainbow string around my hand.I’d listen to a recording of me telling myself to imagine a suitcase filled with money at the foot of my bed.It took about two week but I had the hang of it.I’d see not string around my arm.My sub conscious would hear the word repeating and use my suggestions.It worked I had the time of my life what ever I wanted was mine.The world was better.It was like I had a power that could saver the world.No more.No starven.No need to work.No pain.No fighting.No war.No need to worry.No more without my say.To fix was only to dream.

That was before the nightmares began.

I had spent the day with my family.Despite the changes I’d made the family reunion stayed the same.why change were you feel at home.I hadn’t told anyone about my strange condition yet.I told him that day.Once the changes happen no one but me remembers the world before.To them it’s just the way it’s always been just like how I used to.

I told my father everything that day from once I know it begin to all the changes I’ve made.He laughed clearly amused at the story of which I had told. Unable to say it was true I swallowed my words and laughed along.That night was one first nightmare begin.

I slept that night and dreamed of myself in a car.Once more I was a child only this time I had to watch.My father was drowning. I couldn’t save him. I was locked in all I could do was watch and cry out for help.Just like that he was no longer in my life.Eventually I woke up sweating, screaming my fathers name.once I managed to catch my breath I called my dad.

There was nothing my phone didn’t show him in my contacts.I scrolled up and down the list over and over.He has to be here.After some time I called my mom instead.She would be mad I’m waking her up this late but I need to speak with my father.

I heard the ringing. It was five thirty two in the morning.After several minutes she picked up my call.she sounded older it doesn’t make since.Hi mom my phone must not be working right I can’t find dad’s contact information.I uh kind of need to speak to him.It’s a little childish but I had a bad dream that he was in danger.It would make me feel a lot better to hear from him.There was a pose.I had this dream were he was drowning and it really freaked me out.I could hear her start to cry. she finally spoke.What are you talking about speak with your father can’t find his contact information?I heard her say through sobs.Mom why are you crying what’s wrong?I just wanted to talk to dad. Is he there?She didn’t stop crying.

That was the first time I had a nightmare.It was not the last.In my new reality My father drowned in a river when I was five.I was unable to get out of the car to help him.He had locked the doors once he got out.The lake had frozen with snow covering it.Looked just snow full on the ground till the ice broke.There's not much you can do once you fell in you can struggle for a second.Right before the current pulse you down and both your arms and legs go numb.My dad lost his life in this version of the world just because he needed to take a pees.

I drove to where my parents' house used to be.They lived less than thirty minutes away.

This is the first time a dream was out of my control.I spent the next three weeks grieving and trying to bring back my dad.He came back two day later not my dad.I new man who called himself my father.It was another dream this time my father was a short bald guy named I don’t fucken remember.morning the loss of my dad was tough but it was not as bad as seeing him be forgotten and then replaced.

The stranger had always been my father through everyone's eyes.I hadn’t even truly mourned my dad’s death before.I was still trying to bring him back at the time but.I couldn’t remember what he looked like all of a sudden.My mother.My family.Every friend I’ve ever had.The difference between the dream world and the one I live in.I can’t tell the difference anymore.

The nightmares only got worse.I’ve run for so long every dream bringing different demons,monsters and me terrifying each one.I’ve dreamed about a creature slim with fingers long and fat.Eyes small and round like marbles .As it smiled at me my skin from my toes all the way up to my ears crawled.

You ever have a dream where you're running from a monster.Knowing all you have to do to escape was wake up.when I do.I bring the monsters to life.

Once I wake up the chase just continues.I’ve seen what happens once one of them gets to our realm and one cot.I ran out of my house to escape.There was a man walking on the street.I ran past him to escape to my car.It used it’s dull fingers to pierce throw his chest with sheer force.That was the first time I’ve heard a rib cage crack.

I just wish it was the last.

I tried to find my car while hearing the creaking sounds.The sound of snapping bones and tendons filled the air.I don’t remember hearing him scream I think it was to soon for him to realize what was happening.Then by the time he did it was to late.I managed to open the car door and start the car despite my hands shaking.I had to drive past my old place to escape I Witnessed what it does.

It was like a child playing with a new toy.

Monsters are meant to exist only in the realm of dream and nightmares.Right were they can’t hurt anyone.I don’t have anyway of telling what is real anymore.I’ve lost track of how much time has past.This world has changed so much over and over again.Time is the only thing that moves on the same.I sometimes can’t tell if I’m still in the dream world.seeing how much my dreams have changed this world.

I don't know where I am now.I don’t have a home anymore I wouldn’t recognise it now.Once I ran the first time I never stopped.At first I stayed with friends the ones that still existed.My parents not being real anymore I couldn’t go to them.so I stayed with james or was it sam.No No it was eric why.why can’t I remember anymore.

I’d say there was a crazy man in my neighborhood roping people at gunpoint.Asking if I could stay with them till the police catch him.They were the best of friends a guy could have asked for.welcoming me in with no hesitation.I struggle to remember them now it use to make me sad.After all this time I only remember their smiles now.Hopefully I doesn’t get taken from me as well.Not long after they’d open their doors to me I’d have to leave.I couldn’t stay for long the nightmares haven't stopped.Everywhere I’d go suffers once I dream.

My eyes struggle to stay open.I find myself spending more time in the dream land.Each time it gets harder to stay awake.I fear one day I may never come back.trapped in this nightmare world with no way to escape.I always run from the people and creators of both worlds.I don’t know how much longer I have.Wanting to stop and except my fate.To beans I given life to in this world.May they take mine ending there’s with it.

I can’t help but wonder if one I die.Will I dream in that moment.when the lights go out and the life in me leaves my body.Will I dream for the last time.Will I see this same nightmare.The one I created.Or may I see them again.Haven this be the end of this world I leave it to crumble and be forgotten.

Nothing but a long bad dream to wake up from.maybe just maybe that’s all it ever was.please may this dream world end.May I slip into that blackness of bless once more.

It took sometime but I think there might be a chance.I went over everything I learned before.There are many ways to manipulate dreams.I’ve been spending what little time I have in the waking world reading.Going throw everything I could find on dreaming.I went through as many libraries as I could.usually after a few days it would change.except in some cases it would just disappear.

After the last of them disappeared I could only go through everything I’ve learned.I need to regain control over my dreams.I still don’t understand why I wasn’t able to control them anymore.The nightmares begin after the reunion.

This may be my last chance.I fear this may end. With me not being able to come back from the dream world.Each time it gets harder to come back.If I can’t regain control before then.I may lust leave this world as the nightmares like this new world.I’ll find myself stuck in.

I’m close to breaking my record right now.I’m at one hundred and two hours.I can feel it.The next time I close my eyes I won’t come back.I’ll be within the dreams.No way of coming back stuck in the madness of the mind.Changing constantly with no sense or sanity to any of it.The madness slowly swallowing me whole.Never ending nightmares were I must rum suffering the fate of being to weak to go on.

A hell of my own maken as real as any other world.More then the one I once came from.My life there would come to an end.There is no end in this realm.It is forever an endless a realm eternal with all those hold within it.Forced to exist to change.Running and fighting with no more rest anymore.You can’t dream or sleep in the realm of dreams.

It’s where we are a place and time with no end.The changes to the realm never session.The places the creatures even me.No end in sight.May be one day there will be another one like me.hopefully they will set me free.Back into the world I was once form.what will I be then.Once they set us free.