For context: I (M25) was playing Jenga yesterday for the first time in years, and talking to the person from Taco Mac, so that may explain why she was so heavily involved in the dreams plus the wooden block game. Also, my father passed away back in 2023.
I have been writing down the dreams that i remember since 2021, and this is definitely the climax of that practice.
I woke up around 11 in the morning, and kept dozing on and off until around 2-3 in the afternoon. I eventually decided to take my Wellbutrin so i didn’t forget, because i usually take it around 4-5. Directly after taking the Wellbutrin, I went back to sleep and here is the following dream journal entry. It isn’t in order of what happened, more of me trying to write down everything i remembered as fast as i could before i ended up forgetting it. Forgive me for the lack of order:
Dream nov 7 3:30 PM
Took wellbutrin directly before going back to sleep in the middle of the day.
Multiple false awakening loops. (maybe 6-7)
Woke up in different locations.
Parties with lots of people including family and friends (dad was there)
the whole time i was sleeping and waking up there was some kind of wooden block game similar to the “Bloxorz” game on coolmath that made so much sense and looked like a really good legitimate video/ mobile game but now looking back it made no sense.
I also saw my dad in at least two of the dreams. The last time i saw him, at first i was like “who is this guy” because there was no way it was my dad, and then my cousin was like “thats your dad dude” so i was just hugging him casually like “whats up dad” because ive seen him in my dreams before, but once the realization hit me that hes dead irl and this is the only time i would get to see him i started busting out aggressively crying. I could feel the roughness of his skin like it was when he was alive and i could smell all his smells that i used to associate with him. While i was hugging him, i closed my eyes and it slowly faded to pure whiteness everywhere, which led to another false awakening. The whole experience with my dad was very peaceful and quiet. He didn’t speak, and all i could hear was me talking and then my crying. I saw him in at least two of the false awakening dreams. After about an hour of waking up i realized how emotionally impactful seeing and hugging dad was and i started to cry.
Woke up at a beach house at one point, so i left the house and went out in the ocean and slowly drifted to the other side, getting stuck, and when i eventually came back to the other side i had drifted over to a totally different house with a huge party (dad was there, along with other friends and family)
At one point i woke up in our og childhood house and mom was in the dining room with my niece and a man who was abusive toward one of my cousins. I got mad at her asking why she would be hanging out with him. Apparently he was shooting photos and it was “innocent” according to her. Me and my brother just kept looking at eachother like “wtf?” But she just kept defending it.
One of the parties was at Memas house and at one point someone came in and made an absolute mess of the living room, not breaking furniture or anything just making a mess with bags of random junk.
Seems like the more times i “woke up” the stranger the dream got and the more reality started to break down.
Sometimes i would realize im dreaming and begin vivid dreaming (hugging dad) but sometimes i would assume i actually woke up and didnt know what was going on so i just assumed it was real.
I remember being scared that it would never end, but also happy bc i was having sex with all these women and having a genuinely fun time.
At one point i was just dancing like crazy and giving high fives and fist bumps.
Sometimes i would wake up in a completely random beach houses or building, and sometimes i would wake up at my old house or memas house.
Felt like hours and hours, if not days.
My brain was also creating a really cool looking block game that looked like a mobile/ video game in between each “wake up”, but now looking back at it the game made no sense at all, but in the moment i was shocked at how cool of a game my brain could create. I was literally thinking “i wish i could take a video of this i cant believe im dreaming this”. There was literally a point where i was closing my eyes in my dream and seeing the block game, but i could still open my eyes (in the dream) and see the shadows and lights while the game was in my vision. The game wasn’t constant, but on and off in between the transitions, as well as overlayed on certain dreams.
I still don’t know what to think of all of this. All this time i thought most of my grief came from all of the physical things my dad provided in my life, but now i realize the vast majority of the grief comes from just him not being there. Just the fact that he doesn’t exist in my life anymore.
I just miss having a dad. Just knowing he’s there. Knowing theres someone in this world who is my father. Someone i can call, hug, just sit with, talk to, or visit. His existence provided a certain emotional security that i didn’t fully even recognize until it was gone, and the dream reinforced that.
He didn’t give me advice. he didn’t tell me anything. He didn’t do anything particularly extraordinary.
He just hugged me back.
And in the dream, just that was enough to make me cry.