Not sure if I'm retarded because this can't be a nightmare, it's too stupid.
One day at night, when I was about 8, at my grandmother's house, while she was washing dishes, I had this toy sword. I was playing with it in the kitchen, while the rest of the house had lights off and empty.
Then, she gets tired and takes it from me (I was hitting her back, but not with much power...), and so I cried.
I went to the dark corridor crying and sat on the floor, still crying.
Then somehow I'm in the middle of my parents bed and they ask me why the heck was I crying?!
I tell them the story they said it was a dream.
Never saw the sword again... until a day, a few 3 or 4 years ago (I'm 17 now) I saw at my dad's house mixed with other toys from when I was little.
I either have retarded nightmares or what?
One day at night, when I was about 8, at my grandmother's house, while she was washing dishes, I had this toy sword. I was playing with it in the kitchen, while the rest of the house had lights off and empty.
Then, she gets tired and takes it from me (I was hitting her back, but not with much power...), and so I cried.
I went to the dark corridor crying and sat on the floor, still crying.
Then somehow I'm in the middle of my parents bed and they ask me why the heck was I crying?!
I tell them the story they said it was a dream.
Never saw the sword again... until a day, a few 3 or 4 years ago (I'm 17 now) I saw at my dad's house mixed with other toys from when I was little.
I either have retarded nightmares or what?