>>1363So I slept again and groggily woke back up in my bed, though my computer was gone, the fan was nailed to the ceiling, and trash or clothes were flown about. I noticed someone was in the closet painted black and tried to yell, yet usually when a dream wants you to piss yourself you can't. I grabbed a knife and killed it but it didn't even fight back it just looked at me smirking. I went into the hall and the adjacent doors were locked or barricaded. There was a lady with black hair riding my grandmothers wheelchair around with a happy smile, and ready to stab her I creeped by but she didn't seem to notice me in a purely lit room. My grandmothers bed was crimson and there was a shovel pierced through it as well as her. I looked back at the lady and she stopped and was mouth agape at me like I was the strange one. She started getting up and I sprinted out of the house but as I did every other door of each house opened and my neighbors were sprinting like me but towards me.
I couldn't really run seeing how I was so terrified so I went face down in a ditch covering my head and closed my eyes like when I do when I'm about to die in nightmares. It became ridiculous how many times this was happening where I was aware I was still dreaming and couldn't stop.
For a few I'd walk around and ask people did they know they were in my dream, and they'd either ramble incoherently, stand still and stare at me, or never speak but do things like drink tea, watching for things to stare at etc.
The last one I woke up in an old hotel from a long while ago guessing by the lack of stable power and broken windows, I stepped into the hall and every rooms door was open with light coming from the occasional flickering hall light.
