I feel like my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder...

28/06/2026

I was in a classroom similar to the ones at my school, although different enough to not be any in particular. An ex-teacher of mine was there, and I suppose it was a normal class. The room had one wall which was almost just a large window, the view of the outside being a grey sky. From the window, I started seeing water rising from the outside, as if it was a flood. Water never enters the room, but it starts getting high. When the water level was almost halfway through the window, a water bottle started filling since it was open and then spraying water out from a cut it had. This apparently started to annoy the teacher, so they went to open the window to maybe take the water bottle out, but I stopped them since the windows are sliding, so that would mean water would enter. The teacher goes back to sitting on their chair when the water starts to rise faster. It quickly covers the window completely, making the room darker since the only source of light was the one coming from the outside. Then heavy metal doors closed around the windows, maybe some weird flood protection system my mind thought made sense.
"At least I have my crowbar" I thought to myself before grabbing a crowbar that was near me. I don't remember it being there before, but it's a dream so. I then headed to the door that looked closer to a window shutter door than a normal door and started leveraging the handle with the crowbar as if to force the door open. It works and I get out.
The outside is a brutalist structure. Bare concrete floor, walls and ceiling and no flood in sight. I look to the side and see the top of the big window from the classroom, as if it was partially underground. In front of the metal door covering the window was a transparent tank with the same water and floating miscellaneous that could be seen from the window. "It was a fraud, huh?" I thought before sliding the tank away and knocking on the door with my crowbar as if to signal to the people inside the classroom they could open it. I then turn away and am faced with what seems to be an exhibition. Fishing hooks and fishnets were hanging from an inverted pyramid that was on the ground and went high up, as if it was both a stylistic choice and an essential structure. The sky was foggy, and in the distance it got really dark, as if heavy rain was coming. On the ground was also what reminded me of a Nativity scene or a miniature landscape despite not having much in it. It was two medium-sized areas in a blob shape with fake short grass surrounded by straw. On top of the grass were two things: small houses that seemed to be made of clay and were glossy and various pairs of sticks tied together to make various Xs.
More ahead, the area closed down into an entrance to what seemed like a mall. Close to a pillar near the mall entrance there was also a statue with a weird shape. I have the idea it was supposed to resemble either a fish, a fishhook or a fisherman. It had a blue color similar to blue jade but washed out. Behind that same pillar was an entity/ghost. Its figure was simple, a wooden mask with small o shaped holes for eyes and a mouth, and it was wearing a white cloak.
I started walking forwards. "Wonder why they'd throw a fishing themed party for me. Or maybe it's because I live on a fishing island." I think while walking and eyeing the exhibition, which is weird because I don't live on a fishing island nor have I ever fished. When I take notice of the masked being behind the pillar, I get distracted, causing me to step on the miniature landscape, causing a wooden X and a bit of straw to break. This sends me into a panicked state, and, seeing this, the entity rushes to me. It helps me regain balance and then we head together to the mall. I start apologizing with slightly teary eyes and ask if I can make new ones to make up for what I did. The entity then says I can, as long as I don't make them on top of red tiles. It didn't speak words, it was more like I just understood it. While it was speaking, we had entered a small square room that served as an in-between the outside and the mall. As the entity says to not make any on top of red tiles I pulled it back, because the mall had a floor of red tiles, but so did the square room, although it had a single yellow tile in the middle.
We then enter an elevator. The elevator had three buttons for three floors: 5, 3 and -2. The entity calls the elevator to the 5th floor, and it starts going down. As it goes down, we do small chat. I remember being paranoid that something would go wrong and the elevator would fall and kill me, so I asked the entity if I could just exit together with it and take the stairs up to my floor, floor 3. When the elevator door opens, the entity exits, but before I do too, a lady enters the elevator. "Someone is here, it won't be that bad then!" I think before calling the elevator to the 3rd floor. It starts going up as normal until the elevator suddenly screeches to a halt. "It's fine, elevators are really safe and have strong safety mechanisms." I say to myself. Suddenly the elevator starts going up faster and faster. My voice changes to that of a narrator instead of it being me talking. I say something along the lines of "This is it, I'm going to die. The ghost decided to do a good deed and make my death a painless one. So kind of it. It truly is a friend.". Surprisingly, I wasn't nervous or panicking during the rise, instead being calm. Looking back at the elevator panel, the buttons changed and now there's only one to the 2nd floor.
When the elevator finally flattens against the elevator shaft ceiling, the 3rd person perspective zooms in into my face. It wasn't gory, it was just my face and me lying, squeezed between the now flat elevator. My face was full of tears and clearly crying, although everything was frozen and motionless, from my body to the tears. The narrator me then says: -" Although in my final moments I cried. I don't know why. Did it turn out to hurt? Did I change my mind and no longer wanted to die? Who knows! I certainly couldn't tell you!" In that final line, my tone had shifted from the energetic tone that I was narrating before to as if I was holding back laughter, because "I couldn't tell you" since I died.

24/06/2026

Tonight's dream was especially vivid in a way I don't remember before.
I was face to face with my CRT TV. Static on it, but I still felt like it was a coherent image, like if I had been starting at it for long and my brain was so desperate to see something sensible that it started to make its own details.
There was no light other than the silver screen's bright glow. It felt like a night where even the stars went dark.
I felt something, and that something compelled me to get closer to the TV despite nothing being on it. Maybe a desire to see the details about the static that my brain made better. I reached my hard forward and instead of pressing my palm flat against the glass like one would expect, it simply entered it. Fingertips slowly being submerged into the thick glass, and soon enough my whole hand. It felt like when trying to run on water and it pushes you back, like it was a dense, thick and viscous liquid instead of solid glass. I kept pushing forward.
At one point my finger started to feel like static and I can't remember if it was because I somehow reached the image or if it was the glass cutting my blood circulation despite it feeling non solid. Half my hand was already engulfed by the screen and I either needed or knew I could push further. Either way, pushing further is exactly what I did. As my hand started to go deeper into the screen, it pressed flat against something. I can't remember if I knew that whatever my hand was pressing flat against was actually the static image itself or if dream me just assumed it. It was like I would do normally on the TV's screen, except it felt much colder.
I started to press harder, thinking that if I just applied enough pressure my hand will pass through it as well, and that at one point it shattered because of my insistent pushing. My hand suddenly went forward along with my arm due to me loosing balance at the sudden break of what I was pushing against. I could feel my arm being scratched and perhaps cut as it passed through the newly made sharp edges that felt like a sheet of sturdy metal. I felt like my flesh was meeting the cold air of the outside like if there were wounds despite me feeling my skin dry and no pain. And that's where the dream ends.