3am Dreams vs Nightmares.

To have dreams and nightmares can be categorized based on their effects and nature. Dreams are fusion recent autobiographical episodes and reminiscence, resulting in a memory that can be recalled later. In contrast, nightmares are dreams that provoke strong and unpleasant emotional responses.

The seashore can be seen from my castle in Castle Rock, my hometown. Seated next to the fireplace, I heard a noise that startled the wind and soon a heavy rainstorm with lightning and thunder rolled in.

My unique appearance, known as “Raven-Wolf,” includes vibrant blue/green hair, pale white skin, and mesmerizing purple hour-glass eyes. By specializing in three different classes—high-elf priestess, blood-hunter, and druid—I can thrive in diverse roles and show exceptional abilities. My demeanor is one of grace, combined with an air of coldness, aloofness, fearlessness, immortality, and imperiousness. I specialize in understanding criminal behavior as a journalist.

In the darkness caused by the storm, the only source of light was the fireplace, where I cozied up, clutching a captivating novel, and awaited the sandman. A small giggle escaped me, and right after that, a flash and a burst of smoke filled the air. A cloud of smoke surrounded the eerie familiar.

Sleep is elusive tonight as strange noises awaken me once more at 3am. Waking up was a positive outcome. I noticed a piece of wood had fallen onto the ground, so I placed it back with the rest of the pile.

Right as I was replenishing the fireplace with wood, a spooky hand emerged from the dark shadows, poised to grab my shoulder, but then the lights puzzling came back on.

The witching hour or devil’s hour, as per folklore, refers to a specific time at night when supernatural occurrences are believed to happen, and it is when witches, demons, and ghosts are believed to be most active. Definitions can differ, encompassing the time immediately after midnight and the hour between 3:00 am and 4:00 am.

Now that I was alert, I went to the kitchen and turned on the kettle to make a hot beverage. I felt uneasy, and despite my thorough knowledge of this home, there was a distinction this time.

I found my way back to the armchair in a dream state, nestled beside the fireplace, picked up my book, tried to find my place, and soon found myself fast asleep again. It felt like I was in a place that was known and unknown while walking.

Sleepwalking led me into a portal that took me to be a forgotten realm, and now I’m on a quest. These individuals seemed familiar to me, and according to some, figures or even spirits were manifesting themselves in human form.

I was awakened by the ringing of an alarm clock, ruining my REM sleep, and I began my morning routine. As a gust of wind touched my face, memories of my dreams, or better yet, my imagination, came flooding back, and it wasn’t a negative memory, but one that felt familiar.

Over the past week, I woke up at three in the morning, having the same dream, perhaps what could be considered a nightmare.

I made my way downstairs, replenished the fire with additional wood to get rid of the chilly atmosphere, and then went to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

While waiting for the toast to pop, I retrieved the newspaper. I came across a news report about a baffling murder, and while reviewing my dream journal, I discovered it well I was sitting in my armchair. I had dreamt about it, but dismissed it as unreal.

That is when I started writing, making a {Dream Journal! In the mid-afternoon, as I picked up the Dream Journal, something triggered a memory of a news article about a mysterious murder.

I then remembered that what I had written in my dream had similarities to this death.

Look at this excerpt from my {Dream Journal} page. While engrossed in my book, sitting in the armchair next to the warm fireplace, I began to doze off.

It was at that point that I started daydreaming, and to my surprise, I was transported to a place called forgotten realms, where I had a chance encounter with an old friend named Gold-Moon!

Out of nowhere, a stranger walked into a quaint inn, made eye contact with us, muttered a few words, and collapsed. My attention was drawn to something he held in his hands. To my surprise, it was as - portion the map!

Someone wondered: {Do you think he is okay?} It’s not required. He had met his demise. The words came from Gold-Moon's mouth.

The one who spoke up was me! While scanning my environment, I regained consciousness. It is improbable for us to come across this face again with any intention.

I had a weird thought to myself.

A sense of curiosity consumes me as I ponder the reason for this appearing before me. It seems like there’s a conflict or someone is scheming to implicate me in solving this mysterious murder!

After spending the entire day at my dining table, it’s now late evening and I’m famished, so I had to satisfy my hunger. My curiosity is piqued, and I’m eager to uncover the truth.

Why did I sit there the entire time? I was intrigued by a news article that left me pondering about the latest developments.

After I’ve finished contemplating the latest developments and tidying up the dishes. I headed to the living room, replenished the fireplace with more wood, observed the flickering flames, and then relaxed for a tranquil evening.

While I was getting comfortable and ready to sleep, I soon discovered that I was actually still awake.

In my dream, I witnessed myself sitting and gazing at me. With a mix of shock and confusion, I muttered, “What the fuck?” as my mind raced to determine the course of action for this mysterious murder.

Disoriented and vulnerable in the foggy storm, I stretch my arms out, desperately grasping for any sense of direction or hope. With its howling, the sound of wind filled the air.

The cliffs echoed with the sound of violent waves crashing, blending with the night’s chaos.

With clenched fists and a scowl on my face, I glared at the portal, resenting its existence for the chaos and destruction it had brought upon my life. It’s a requirement for them to be at the gate.

Making a quick dash through the tiny building, hailed directed herself towards the area where the weapons were kept. The dark corridor was illuminated as a forked flash descended from the sky. With each beat, her heart thumped against her ribs, fast and heavy.

Picking out weapons that were not made of metal, she armed herself, left her drenched pack behind, and raced back to the cliff door.

I can’t believe it. This feels like a dream. Suddenly, I was alert and awake. Was it an ordinary dream or a terrifying nightmare? Am I truly considering this or am I still in the realm of sleep? [Restatement of the question] is what truly matters.

I confirmed I was wide awake by pinching myself. I’m really lost. Could someone fill me in on what’s happening? I’m curious why I keep having these bizarre dreams or should I say nightmares every single night at 3am. Now these questions are resembling a reporter’s style - let’s move on.

I’ve jumped out of bed, grabbed my dream journal, and I’m feverishly writing everything I can remember from my dreams, determined to understand their meaning.

Then I realized I had a book about deciphering dreams, but reading it proved to be completely incomprehensible.

Quote: In our dreams, we make new neural connections and process our waking life experiences. From the perspective of Jesse Lyon, a hypnotherapist and dream interpreter.

The passing days merge into weeks, with the same haunting dream, leading some to label it a nightmare. It’s time to sit down and open this dream journal. Read it multiple times in succession.

What is my next step? {The crux of the matter is this - the initial dream suggesting a conflict or someone conspiring to implicate me in a mysterious murder case,} and then waking up asking myself was that a {dream within a dream!}

When dreaming in REM sleep, the body is often paralyzed, making it impossible for the dreamer to physically act out their dreams. Now and then, someone rouses from sleep while in this state. It can be an incredibly terrifying experience.

After having a {dream within a dream,} I wrote this the following day.

The portal received my glare as I held it responsible for the turmoil and devastation it had unleashed upon my life.

As I was about to reach the edge of the cliff, I suddenly woke up from my dream. I experienced a dream. I’m unable to wake up even though I shouted. The “cliff’s door” had a deeper significance tied to the enigmatic death of a stranger, and it was bothering me.

Cliff Dream Symbolism: The importance of grounding, the danger of being too close to the edge, emotional upheaval, fear of failure, confidence or success, difficulties, abandonment, and adversity.

Upon awakening, it felt like I had been asleep for weeks, sitting in my air chair, rubbing my eyes, looking for my sense of orientation.

Once I discovered them, I went about my usual daily routine: placing wood in the fireplace, making breakfast, boiling water in the kettle, fetching the newspaper, and when I came back, a spirit was sitting there.

I’m confused. Are you a fictional character or a real person? You’re awake. I’ve been watching you and overheard some gentle words.

Can you clarify what you mean by claiming that you’ve been watching me? Let me emphasize that I’m not trying to be creepy, but if you don’t solve this mysterious death, do you remember when we met in the forgotten realms and concluded it was too late?

Yes. If it’s not your moment to move on, being a spirit can leave you stuck between realms, and that’s my current predicament! The spirit is urging me to use my skills in order to retaliate against its death. Your abilities as a journalist extend to criminal behavior, making you uniquely qualified. I’ve left behind clues, but the task must be completed at 3am.

As I stood in the hallway, I noticed a mirror in front of me that was covered in fog. It got me thinking about an article I read that discussed how fog represents a lack of clarity and definition. The “GREY zone” encompasses the blurred boundary between reality and unreality, creating uncertainty about what lies ahead and beyond. According to Browning, it can be a representation of the nearing of death.

I am inquiring with anyone who is will provide an answer to me. Why do I have to be involved in this? What sets me apart and makes me stand out? I have earned a Master's degree through my university education, specializing in understanding criminal behavior as a journalist.

As I sought an answer from the supernatural realm, a portal opened, and I witnessed scenes of a stranger’s mysterious death unfolding on that haunting night.

Sitting here alone, with the waves crashing upon the seashore, I find myself increasingly irritated by the sheer stupidity of everything that has transpired.

It was likely getting towards the middle of the evening, and the fire was slowly extinguishing. Should I consider adding additional wood? As I realized my transparency, resembling a spectral form, and aimlessly floated amidst repulsive substances, I whispered to myself.

What the heck is this? Pondering quietly. Could this be a dream, or am I having out-of-body experiences, and just discovered that I’m surrounded, at a loss for words? Just like that, the landscape changed again, and I was inside a cozy tavern, greeted by familiar faces and a stranger whom I am assigned to assist.

In my out-of-body journeys, I discovered a fragment of a map, a knife stained with blood, and a torn piece of cloth. When I woke up, these clues manifested.

At 3:15am, I woke up feeling disoriented, but instantly brushed it off by recalling the stranger’s statement. The stranger called himself “those,” left hints, and specified that the task must be finished by 3am.

It was during that period when I finally grasped that it was mid-day, and I discovered that I was not only hungry and disoriented but also two days behind everyone else.

As I sat in my armchair, the wood slowly dwindling, I became aware that I had been daydreaming instead of being fully awake.

Delving into the puzzling death of the stranger, finally uncovering the truth and putting the matter to rest. It was mid-morning when I woke up, so I quickly went through my morning routine of brushing my teeth and tending to the fire.

I grabbed the newspaper and opened it to the first page, only to find out that the mysterious death was none other than my own!

I discovered that by recording my dreams in my journal; I could understand that all those times I woke up at 3am, saw ghosts, had out-of-body experiences, daydreamed, and encountered my own nightmares and a time portal were actually the world’s way of revealing its plans for me.

This dream, or rather this terrifying nightmare, jolted me awake and exclaimed: “I won’t exit in this manner!" It was finally time to close my eyes and surrender to sleep. I’ve put an end to my 3 o’clock wake-up call. Ultimately, I kept my word and lived my life to the maximum extent possible.