Alright so yesterday I started thinking about this whole dream thing after waking up sweating at 3 AM. Seriously freaked me out. Had this messed-up dream about some creepy guy just… hunting people. You know the type. Felt way too real. Coffee helped, but that image stuck.
First Step: Actually Writing It Down
Grabbed my stupidly expensive notebook – the one I barely use – and just started scribbling everything I remembered. The alleyway. That flickering neon sign. The sound his boots made on the wet pavement. Super important detail: the feeling wasn’t just fear. Felt more like… fascination mixed with pure dread. Weird combo, right? That’s what made me look deeper.
Digging Around Online (Like Anyone Would)
Didn’t hop on some fancy dream dictionary site. Nah. Just typed stuff like “dreams about serial killers scary” and “what does chasing mean in dreams” into the search bar. Read maybe ten different forums and blogs. People arguing, giving personal stories – the usual internet chaos. Saw a few repeating ideas:
- It’s never actually about murder. Thank god.
- Often connects to feeling overwhelmed or chased in real life.
- Can be about scary, uncontrollable parts of yourself you’re avoiding.
That last one? Yeah. Made me pause big time.
Trying to Connect the Dots
Sat with my notebook again. Thought about what the hell is stressing me out lately. Big presentation next week? Client being a nightmare? Annoying leak under the sink I haven’t fixed? Basically, stuff piling up that I haven’t tackled head-on. Started realizing the creepy guy in the alley might just be that pile of stress taking shape. Symbol for all the crap I’m letting chase me around. Running away instead of facing it.
Sticking With It
Decided this wasn’t a one-off freak event. Promised myself I’d track these dreams for two weeks. Every freaking morning, note them down before coffee. Also made a little column for what I was stressed about before bed. Early days, but already noticed something: Dreamt about the killer again last night. Way less vivid. Almost like he wasn’t as scary because I knew his name was “Pressure”. Got up feeling better.
Why the Fear Hits So Hard
Figured out the big “why”. The utter helplessness in the dream is key. Feeling hunted? No weapon? Nowhere to hide? That taps straight into real-world fears of being powerless, exposed, vulnerable. Doesn’t matter if it’s work, money, relationships – that raw terror is universal. Your brain serves it up with a serial killer mask because… well, brains are dramatic like that. The mask distracts you from the real monster: feeling out of control.
Anyway. Notebook’s still open. Still scribbling. And honestly? Understanding the why? Makes the nightmares way less scary. Just another way my brain’s shouting at me to deal with my crap. Loudly. And maybe… fix that damn sink leak.
