posted August 20, 2015 04:27 PM            

in the end, i made a connection though.... a weird one.... i am not sure what my subconscious is doing to me right now but i most probably have a past life trauma regarding eyes... because the first time i dreamt about my earliest past life, in which i was part of the invasion of turkey in cyprus (never studied/heard, randomly googled a few days after and i had the wtf of my life..), i remember seeing villagers in the dust squirming in blood because they had their eyes shot and it was this huge focus on eyes and this horrible violence.. i wont go in details

now... i was born with eye health issues.. i have progressive myopia since i was very young but lately its been decreasing (!) without taking any medication, but working on my spiritual issues myself, fears and such which were controlling my life in the past i also have an uncontrollable phobia of fireworks - explosive things in the air (i hide under the bed on 1st january), the sound of airplanes close to the ground is also a big issue with me... i've had a panic attack the last time it happened
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here goes another eye trauma dream...

I entered in a random taxi, told the guy where to go. He said nothing, only started the engine. (Oh well, most are like that). He looked a bit like Michael eklund, with those deep eyes, but with a different haircut.
(While i was sitting in the back, i looked in the mirror to see how he looks like and we made this terrifying eye contact in the same time)
And that made him start to talk.. He told me this was his last ride because he’s getting sick of driving all day. Cool...I didn't talk anymore so he put on some music

Now... Here’s the thing… It was dark.. And i wasnt even paying attention to where he is taking me because we were busy talking about this city now.. Pretty hard to see outside too.. Until he tells me he has to stop, he stops, and only then i realized i was in a totally different place. Too bad, the door next to me opened and i got grabbed in the dark...

Black-out for a few minutes... Until i wake up in a greenish cream apartment and my first reaction is to get up from the bed im laying on...
......but i’m tied up

and then a door opened.. it was him...
he had a small flashlight and approached me smiling.

He sat down next to me, grinning happily... and stuck that freaking light in my eyes.. it hurt.. Then he put it away and told me he is going to leave me and my eyes alone because he loves my unique eyes. (I have central heterochromia and my eyes are a mix of 4 diff colors)

He pushed me on a side to make me look in his eyes, with such a weird smile... they were icy blue
Then.... he started explaining me what his plan is.

To collect as many baby and newborn eyes.

And I'm like nodding and sure! until he tells me that he lets me out with one condition

I am his.

That means, i can not talk about him, i can not escape, i will act decently, blablaabla...

But.... the thing was... He needed someone else to help him kidnap some kids...
And he wanted me...
What could i do..? I was so scared

He then untied me, looking in my eyes the whole time, i was terrified... he wanted to test my trust by leaving me in that room and i barely fell asleep

The next day, he was telling me something from his past, which i cant remember!! and about this psychopathic eye war until it got dark again.. So we both got in his taxi and went back in the city to kidnap some kids... He did it... a girl and a boy.. probably around 4.. i had to stick them in the car and keep them all silent.
Got back to his home.
He cut off the feet of the kids so they wont run away and i was trying to not lose my mind as he checked out their eyes. For some reason he shaved the head of the girl and ruined her right eye while the boy had both of his eyes out... he was analyzing the eyes completely absorbed...
He said that i did a great job and that tomorrow we're going to do something more special grinning like always

Fast forwarding.... this time he kidnapped a baby.. a baby... and he was crying so hard i had to keep him still because he was trying to move.... and when we arrived home the guy told me to hold him still on the couch as he got his eyes out again with a needle thing.... and he stuck the eyeballs in my face screaming happily: "AREN'T THEY GORGEOUS? AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL??"

& i was like yeah yeah trying to not lose it...

that night i was so done with all of that, that i just decided to run away.. he wont find me so easily anyways!
so i quietly got out of the door and ran down the stairs outside as he was sleeping, i meet a friend on the way and as i was telling her that i got abducted she laughed in my face! ..
exactly in that moment, a white van hit her, and i got grabbed inside by guess who...
him

he was holding me close as i was crying and he was saying: "Silly baby, why did you do such a stupid thing? Why DID YOU DO THIS???? MY BABY WHY..." and he started crying also and got sooo angry he drove back to his house and softly grabbed me with such a power to stick me back in my place...

next day... i was... losing myself. the kids corpses around the living room... eyes out... no....
i decided to kill myself so i can get rid of him... i knew i had no escape....
i opened the exit door and with the stairs going down.... i just left myself fall.... and i died...... this is how i finally woke up from that hell..

posted August 25, 2015 04:29 AM            

My words would be different, and probably unnecessarily more lengthy, but my opinion would be virtually the same as GeminiKarat's. Anxiety about the new eye situation.