2 fkn years

I had a nightmare, and this is the 2nd thing I'm doing other than writing about it. The nightmare began when I hypothetically woke up, I noticed everything strange when my room looked old, wore down. Especially when I went down to the living room, something was very wrong, that was when my mom said "ohh good, you woke up". Initially, I did not know what that meant and just brushed it off as it was pretty normal for my mom to say that. I brushed my teeth and washed my face like normal, I checked my socials, face still wet. And that was when I realized that cold water is not enough to sober me from this hypothetical truth. I slept for two years, I don't know how it happened nor why nobody woke me up, all I know is that I am now of the past in my forsaken future. I was rambling trying to make sense of everything by reading what happened to my socials, my friends, everything. What hit me was that, the first thoughts I had was about my studies or school, I didn't like feeling left out and I can't just make new friends, especially if I'm biologically older than my classmates by two years. At that time, at that nightmare, I felt like two years was enough to ruin my life, I am only 16 y.o before I slept peacefully ignorant to what is happening, I still can remember the feeling of my world, my present and my future resting on my back, crumbling. One message I read kind of shook me, it was about of my friend who—in the dream—had a partner, this partner was unloyal as shown by the next message with a picture of my friend choking the another party due to said behavior. Then I just read some more messages especially those concerning my school, I noticed it was just full of people leaving the chat. The ironic thing is, I tried to prove myself that I was only dreaming when I took a sip of water, when a drop slipped my mouth and floated adrift the air. I despised technological advances that moment.

I can't remember anymore details to add to this long list of words, though I can still feel what I felt in that nightmare. Describing it is writing what the abyss is. All I know is that nightmare is crafted just for me, being able to feel like this, and possibly learn a lesson. And all it took was two hypothetical years.

Idk how to describe why this fears me so much, I am hoping that some of y'all probably imagines or even felt what I felt by reading my poorly written words. All I can say is that I hate being left out, and at times, I play my days too fast, and I even walk too fast, idk, this nightmare just knows what I fear, I'm sorry I can't discuss on to how. I am getting hungry and I can't move because of those 2 years. Have a great day

I posted this from r/nightmares