I dreamed of tearing off my toes. The night before last and yesterday morning.
Even in the dream, I’m in my room, just sitting there in a daze.
Suddenly, I dreamt that I started tearing off my own toes.
I don’t know what I was thinking, but it was so easy to tear them off from around the joint.
I don’t know what I was thinking, but I could tear off my toes from the joints so easily. No pain.
And after I lost about three toes on each foot, I thought, “Oh no”
But at the same time, I thought, “Oh well, this is probably just a dream. It didn’t hurt.”
But I was strangely conscious and the scenery in the room was very clear.
I started to get nervous and thought, “Oh no, this might not be a dream.Oh my God, I can’t walk anymore.”
I was in a great hurry, but eventually I woke up.
I checked my toes right away and was quite relieved. They were sweating profusely.
I decided to write down my dream. A dream diary.
I don’t usually keep a dream diary, but it was a strange dream.
It was a strange dream, and it was unusual for me to remember so many things so vividly.
I’m sure I’ll forget it as time goes by.
I wrote down as many details as I could on a loose-leaf paper I had nearby.
I even clearly remembered which finger I tore off, so I wrote it down.
I finished writing in a half-asleep state, and since it was still early in the morning, I went back to sleep.
I had an appointment with a friend yesterday.
Yesterday, I went to a karaoke club from noon to evening.
I went to karaoke from noon to evening. Well, we sang and made a lot of noise while eating and drinking.
I suddenly remembered my dream.
I thought I would tell someone about it, and without thinking about it,
I said, “I dreamed that I tore off my toe.
Then my friend who was holding the microphone suddenly said, “Me too!” I was horrified for a moment.
“Really?” I asked back. Then he said
“I had a dream that my house burned down too! ”
“What are you talking about?”
When I asked him that, he made a weird face.
He said, “What? Didn’t you tell me you had a dream that your house was on fire?”
“No, I didn’t.”
The other guys didn’t seem to hear what I said.
I was convinced that he had misheard me.
I thought he must have misheard me or something.
It became a hassle, so I just let the conversation slide and I went back home.
I didn’t dream for a second that my house was on fire.When I got home in the evening and ate dinner, I remembered the note.
I went back to my room and looked at the loose-leaf paper, but I had written it in my sleep.
I was so sleepy that I could barely remember when I wrote it, and the handwriting was just barely legible.
I read it all the way through and felt a chill run down my spine.
I threw the note away, so it’s a hazy memory, but here’s what it said.
Tear off your toes.
Room
Right: index finger, middle finger, little finger
Left: Thumb, index finger, and toe.
No pain.
Fire
As soon as I read it, I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash in my room.
I felt so bad that I picked it up and ran to a nearby convenience store to throw it away.
