STUCK: a story of my nightmare.. A story based of my nightmare | by Kunal | Aug, 2025

Maybe, Well in your case it is a maybe but in my case. It was real. I was at a

low point if I remember correctly during those days. As we all are in our darkest days and our darkest nights.

Things didn’t work out for me. I was just getting by, day by day week by week night by night. If I remember the dream correctly the incidents of my dream happened within my house around the few small rooms that I had at that time. But in that dream those rooms felt like long hallways and in every hallway corner there was something unexpected waiting for me but every time I went the hallway would just reset to the place I was sleeping. I would wake up in a cold sweat at least that’s what I thought when I first woke up in that dream.

I hear voices but I couldn’t make out what they were or where they came from. Maybe it was the sound of a light flickering from the end of the room or maybe it was a man walking from one door to another. I couldn’t make out what it was. Was it just me?? Hearing my own footsteps as I walk to the unknown. Am I walking to my doom?? I couldn’t care less. I was aware this was not real, just a dream: hallways don’t expand to infinity, you don’t hear your own footsteps over and over again. Lights don’t flicker in the house that I just moved into. The contractor said the house is new. Did he scam me? I should just try to wake myself up somehow. As I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I picked up the jug of water to pour myself a glass. Suddenly SHOOSH!! I’m back in the hallway, WHAT IS GOING ON!!!! I still have the jug of water and the glass cup in my hand, I hear the cranking of metal in front of me from one of the rooms, I put down my glass of water and the jug down on the floor. Walking towards the room where the sound was coming from, after entering the room all I see is a wheelchair covered in cobwebs and pieces of glass everywhere nothing else, as I look down…. I don’t see my face, where is it all? I see red skin, my face muscles, red blood vessels popping dripping with blood, my eyes are halfway out of my eye socket. I SCREAM not in pain but in fear. What is going on?? I know I am in a dream. Why can’t I get out??? I see a cut out of my face in my hands hanging. A piece of flesh. My fingers go through the rotten state of my skin. I don’t know what to do with this….

I leave that room and go towards the next one in the hall. It was locked. I could see a woman staring into the sky through the window, she turns… sees my face SCREAMS!!!!! not in fear but in terror. I tell her to unlock the door loudly saying I need help I need TO WAKE UP!!! HELP!!! The door windows turn black and I don’t see anything anymore. I don’t see her anymore. I sit with my back resting in towards the door still holding to my face or my skin to be exact bleeding throughout my whole face. I don’t feel any pain. Some of the blood has dried. I look towards the end of the hallway. Another flashing light this time. Wait, I know that…. I walk towards the light “This time I get out” I tell myself.

I see a table beside the flickering light. The table has three things: a sewing kit, a small mirror and a knife. I am confused about what to do?? Why are these things even here? What is the point? I pick up the small mirror and look at myself in it “all I see is flesh and blood, all dried out. I don’t feel any pain for some reason” after looking at myself for a few seconds my eyes went towards the sewing kit that was lying beside the mirror. As I say to myself “I am crazy for doing this” as I start sewing the skin that fell out of my face earlier for reasons I don’ t know yet. I felt it as I sewed through my bare naked face with a very pointed sharp steel needle in an attempt to fix my deformed face. A lot of fresh blood started to pour out but I didn’t care or felt anything. At this point I just wanted to get out. As I was aware that this was a dream. Nothing I am doing is real, it can’t be real. After salvaging whatever I had on my face I looked at the mirror once more. This time I didn’t see myself but actually saw a person, a person sleeping in a room. The exact room I was sleeping in looked similar. As I looked closer I realized it was me sleeping peacefully as I tried to look closer… I found myself being in that same room with myself with a knife in my hand, the same one as the one lying on that table as I tried to walk closer towards myself. The further I went, the farther I got. I ran and I ran… towards myself as fast as I could. Then I would be back to a much bigger hallway and at the end I would see myself sleeping but for some reason I wasn’t able to reach him. I was for some reason stuck.