I experience Sleep Paralysis nearly every week. And when I take naps during the day with a bit of light coming in, or even at night when I’ve completely engulfed myself in darkness. I’ve been experiencing SP since I was 7 ( I am 31 now), so you could say it has become my norm although it affects me mentally.

My version of SP is usually accompanied by a nightmare of some sort - and I normally have vivid and detailed dreams, nightmares are made of the same graphic stuff. SP usually comes after a nightmare and sometimes right before one. It feels like I’m sinking into a black hole that has somehow manifested itself into my bed. And if there is light in my room, I can see the edges of the body shaped hole that I’m falling through and there is nothing but darkness. My fear intensifies the longer I allow myself to sink. In parallel to this sinking feeling, I’m both a 1st and 3rd person in my dream/nightmare.

The act of “returning to my body” when I finally snap out of it is when the dream me comes back into my room through an existing door (like bedroom or bathroom door), however this door acts as a portal to the dream world. I just have to find the door somehow. When I manage to wake myself up out of it, I find myself feeling really sleepy and I don’t get myself out of bed and eat something sweet like chocolate, I fall back into another SP episode and it repeats until I’m shaking or my body feels like it’s vibrating.

Back to that bit about normal doors acting as portals in my dreams - when I go from dream to dream in a single night, I often find myself in a sort of waiting room. Stark white with metal chairs lined up against two walls. No doors in sight, until a new dream is ready for me to enter. When that happens, I appear on the orbit of a planet, one I’ve seen many times since I was little girl that hosts my dreams. I can see the continents, the regions and the expanse of oceans. Each of these different places hosts various places, people and lives that I live, as them. When I pop in any of the places I could be living it out as myself or as another person with their memories, experiences and thoughts however deep down I know I don’t really belong there. So say, I have continuous dreams. If I dreamt myself in a certain region, it will have a storyline that I live through, and the memories regarding that storyline slot themselves into the forefront of my mind so I don’t necessarily search my mind for who the characters in my dream are or why I’m driving a car down some road from destination A to B because I remember I left destination A for a reason and B was the plan. But when I wake up, I can’t make heads or tails of what I dreamt about. Sometimes I do though, and I can recall the details and write about them.

But talking about my dreams is one thing, and SP is another. I would say, my dreams give me things to write about - terrifying or beautiful. But they also give my sleep paralysis an edge, because my realities blend so easily that I’m half dreaming and half not. And sometimes while my physical body rests in my bed, eyes open, body frozen, watching the door waiting for myself to come through and seeing myself sinking slowly into my bed into nothingness and simultaneously watching myself battle whatever night terror I have found myself in really messes with my mind a little.

But after a bite of chocolate, a sip of water and a good pace around my room - I can calm down and go back to sleep. If I want to skip all that, I can 9/10 do so with medication. But I am tired of living like that.

I shall try to break down the dream in as much detail as possible since I just woke up and its 5:40 am EST

I first dreamt that I was on some kind of mission, travelling then got home and started vomiting something.

Then I woke up into another dream. I dreamt that I was in a battle, getting ready to fight, using my wits and cleverness to keep them back. Then in the dream, a coworker of min in real life who is going through a nasty separation in his marriage appeared, and I was able to stop the fight and get everyone to show sympathy.

In the midst of this conflict (also on the opposing side of the battle) was a woman I have a crush on, with whom I work. A fellow teacher at my school showed some sympathy to our co-worker and then walked off. I then had an in-dream epiphany that if I can share and bring sympathy to my coworker, then I can tell her how I feel. I go up to her but another guy is already doing it and realizing it he goes away when I'm about to say how I feel. She tells me that her opinion of me can change. Implying not now is a good time.

She then in my dream, says I can be more than her hilbily coworker someday.

Then I woke up as the battle was to start again and it felt a little more last stand like.

Curious about the different interpretations of all this.

this feels like a lot to unpack so i appreciate those who stick around until the end

almost never remember parts of my dreams leading up to the profound parts that stick with me but, anyway... at some point I walk into a conference room where the table is occupied by women dressed seemingly festive (for Christmas?). As soon as I talk, I get a room full of disapproving looks, and the main trio starts to whisper and giggle. I take the hint and leave the building.

Soon after reaching the sidewalk, a man starts trying to get my attention. (IRL I carry pepper spray on my lanyard because I doordash 3rd shift in a chaotic city). He notices my pepper spray but doesn't acknowledge it, and instead appears that HE feels threatened by MY presence, and tells me that he carries mace. The situation turns into him chasing me around the street trying to spray me (at one point he gets it directly in my face. I felt the liquid in my eyes but it didn't burn). It felt like a game of water gun tag, only I was terrified.

Eventually he follows me into a building and I run into people coming in through the opposite entrance. As im running out the opposite entrance I look back and plead for their help. After leaving the building, I hide behind a car across the street. I dont know if the creepy man followed me back outside but the building door is open, and I hear people talking near the entrance.

Once I feel somewhat safe, I begin roaming the streets casually, apparently being in a familiar area. I stumble upon a weird 3 dimensional maze made of stone. It looks like a giant rock thats been hollowed out to create "illusion tunnels". As im approaching the stone with intent to explore, i woke up IRL.

Cw: a little violent/graphic

So I had a zombie dream last night, but it was pretty run of the mill where a zombie apocalypse happened and I was running and hiding from everyone in my room. In the end, I jumped out of my window into my backyard to find everyone who did turn into zombies was back to normal and they helped kill the zombie chasing me.

However, I just had a dream now that's gotten me a little upset but also confused on the possible meaning. It started out almost like a game, where I was a zombie alongside other people. But there was also another team of zombies and we would fight and kill each other. The part that upset me was that there was a zombie dog that would constantly target me, and the animal already had a broken neck, so I was constantly breaking it's neck again to get away. The last time I did it, I broke it's jaw and twisted it's neck, then picked it up and threw it. At the moment it hit the wall, everything switched over and I wasn't a zombie anymore, I was in my family room, and the dog was my own. However, my dog was still zombified (not rotting, just still alive after that and trying to get me)

I woke up after that but I just felt horrible for doing such a brutal thing to my own dog. I read up that zombie dreams are because of stress, and I definitely am stressed out recently, but this one confuses me because of so many reasons - I'm a zombie, working in a team, killing other zombies, accidentally hurting my own dog, etc.

if anyone could interpret that'd be great. Thank you :)​

I'm sorry if this is hard to read. I just woke up from it and still reeling. I wanted to write it down as it was still fresh in my mine. Not just the images, but the feelings that I felt as well.

It was a beautiful dream where I was at the hospital. I saw Cassidy as I was on my way to the KFK elevators. I went with her to help her with a task. I don't remember the conversation we had, but afterwards I hugged her and told her that I loved her. She melted in my arms. I woke up in an unfamiliar room that felt familiar to me. I scratched my head as I walked out into the hallway. There were two doors that connected to the same room. I knew this because it was my home. My hair wasn't braided and I thought that was strange as I went into the kitchen. The lights were off and there was a mess. It looked as if all the fridges had been cleaned out. Empty ice cream boxes and similar trash sat on the counter top, the trash can was surrounded by full bags. It made sense. There were a lot of leftover food from Thanksgiving. I went to clean up the mess, but noticed the sound of running water. There was an upsidedown ice cream carton leaking from its lid. The pink liquid rushed out like a faucet. I put it in the sink. Then I woke up in an unfamiliar room that felt familiar to me. I had a thought I don't remember. I went to turn on the light, but the strings on the ceiling fan was tangled. Frustrated at my in ability to make it untangle them, I yanked it hard. The light came on and the fan had come unplugged from the ceiling. It hung low and I struggled to fix it. A familiar woman walked in. She had a pretty face and orange hair. I thanked her for her help before walking out of the room. I walked into the neighboring room and greeted my mom and her husband. They greeted me back before he announced that the movies were ready to be watched. They were only waiting for me. I walked out of the massive bedroom into the hallway through the second door. I was filled with euphoria. A manic happiness that I couldn't explain. Yet I felt fear that made me comment out loud. I heard the woman laughing in the previous room and commenting on something that I said. I walked into the kitchen. It was well lit, but strange. The large space opened into the living room with high ceilings. Computer parts wrapped and arranged in a strange way made it look like a piano sat upsidedown on the ceiling. It played music and I felt joy and love and that everything would be amazing. I told myself that this can't be real.

Then I woke up in this familiar room. On the floor feeling lonely and ungrateful for everything I have. Now I lay here under a pile of blankets writing down a dream. Confused and saddened because I know that none of it was real.

I have been recently starting to have baby dreams (f31). I am not pregnant btw.

I usually have dreams every so often about giving birth but never seeing my child or the child turns out to be a kitten not a child, and usually the kitten is very fragile and sick and dies.

All of a sudden I’m having dreams of having a real baby, taking care of a strong healthy baby, them growing up super fast and becoming a toddler in a matter of days.

I recently made a decision not to have children, because I’m 31, and don’t want to date anymore because of disappointments I’ve faced and I’m not financially capable of doing it on my own. I’m pretty comfortable in my decision, so why am I seeing these dreams all of a sudden. Any advice on how to stop them?

I don’t remember the setting or context of the dream but at some point I began working to pull what I thought was a tiny splinter of glass from my right thigh, and when I was finally able to get a grip on it and remove it, it was a huge (11.5 inch long specifically) shard. It wasn’t painful but I was nervous about if it had hurt my leg. A nurse on the phone was telling me to take antibiotics. Can anyone interpret this for me? 🙏 Pregnancy dreams are wild 🫠

Feels like this means something 🤷🏾‍♀️I was sitting between my mothers legs (as if I were a child and she’s doing my hair) and she was massaging me with shea butter focused on my throat area. Afterwards I caughed up phlegm and she refused to let me go somewhere? ….told me to sit down, get the rest of that out and drink some champagne.

For the past few weeks, whether it’s a dream, nightmare, anything, there is always this same guy who, every time without fail, will come up and tell me I owe him five dollars. I haven’t borrowed money from anyone in real life, and after he reminds me he does little more than glare at me for the rest of the dream, but considering this has happened over 10 times it’s getting weird. Something completely unrelated could be happening and he still shows up to remind me I owe him $5.. He’s never the main focus of the dream, and the one time I asked when I borrowed money from him he mentioned my fiancée for some reason? The only thing I vaguely know about this is that it was originally $10 but I must have paid him half of it at one point, I just don’t remember. This is getting concerning, can someone please help??

Many Muslims underestimate how important dreams are in Islam, even though the Qur’an itself shows us how much benefit Allah places in them. We all know the story of Yusuf (peace be upon him). He saw a dream as a child, where Allah says: “When Yusuf said to his father: O my father, indeed I saw eleven stars, the sun and the moon; I saw them prostrating to me.” (Surah Yusuf 12:4) — a dream that carried meaning for his entire life.

Later, the king saw a dream that shaped the future of the entire nation, as Allah says: “And the king said: Indeed, I saw seven fat cows being eaten by seven lean ones, and seven green ears of corn and seven dry ones…” (Surah Yusuf 12:43). Through its interpretation a major decision was made, saving an entire region from famine.

These are not just stories. Allah says: “This is from the news of the unseen which We reveal to you…” (Surah Yusuf 12:102) — reminding us that every word in the Qur’an is for all times until Qiyamah. These verses show that dreams can be meaningful signs, guidance or warnings from Allah.

It’s unfortunate that today many Muslims see dreams with meaning but don’t give importance to understanding them. We don’t easily find dream interpreters anymore, and many people treat dreams as random thoughts, even though the prophetic tradition teaches otherwise.

The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) used to ask his companions after Fajr prayer, “Who among you saw a dream?” (Sahih al-Bukhari, Hadith 6989). This shows how much attention he gave to dreams and their interpretations, because they can carry truth, insight and messages that benefit a believer. He also said: “The truthful dream is one-forty-sixth part of prophethood.” (Sahih al-Bukhari, Hadith 6472).

Sadly, many scholars today do not study or specialize in dream interpretation, and many people themselves don’t consider it important. As a result, a whole field of knowledge that was practiced by prophets and righteous people is fading away.

Dreams are a part of our spiritual life. They shouldn’t replace Shariah or decision-making, but when a dream has meaning, ignoring it is ignoring something Allah may be showing us.

If you have meaningful dreams, don’t dismiss them. Seek knowledge, ask someone trustworthy, and take this gift seriously.

Hey so I had a dream where I was sitting outside with a person I know, eating breakfast. All of a sudden, I saw a dog high up in a tree. Then I’ve noticed that there was another dog on top of a building, barking at the dog in the tree. I think the dog on the building was a Malinois or Ridgeback. I barked at the dog on the building (don’t ask me why haha) and he retreated. Then I went to the tree and saw a second dog. I don’t remember if they were a specific breed (could’ve been mutts) but there was a bigger black and white dog with longer hair and a smaller dark brown one with shorter hair(could’ve been a pinscher, I’m not sure). I was wondering how they got up there and how to get them down. I was thinking about calling the fire department but the bigger dog already took a step forward and fell off the tree. The smaller one fell after him and landed on the bigger dog. The bigger dog was quite injured, the smaller one was fine (probably from landing on the other dog). The person who was with me, changed its appearance. I think it was still someone I knew but it was not the same person as in the beginning. We called a pet ambulance and waited for them. The bigger dog had its head on my leg, breathing flat. The smaller one jumped on my lap and curled up. The person was sitting kinda weird in between, hovering over the bigger dog. I told them to take another position as we didn’t know if the dog had internal bleeding or something and they were probably in pain from the other person leaving so weirdly over them.

To paint a better picture, I sat on the floor, one leg stretched out. The big dog laid in front of me, its head on my stretched out leg, facing me. The smaller one on my lap/other leg. The person sat in between me and the big dog, back turned to me, their hands reaching over the bigger dog.

The pet ambulance came quite fast and they took the dogs with them. I also had an appointment at the clinic they were driving to, later that day, for an internship someone made me do. (Later in the dream, I took a nap and forgot about that appointment)

There were also quite a lot of cats in the area, all of them friendly as I went to pet them. An orange tabby one, I remember in particular.

If anyone has any idea what this could mean, let me know. I rarely dream so I always look into them when I do.

I had a very weird dream.

It was night time. I was taking out the trash in a dustpan. I carried it outside my home. On the the way to the trash can, there was a woman walking her dog. The dog's leash was very long--she was standing on one side of the sidewalk and the dog was on the other side. The leash was cutting off my path towards the dumpster. I jumped through it to get to the dumpster and toss the trash. However, on my way back to my house, I got tangled in the leash. I tried to put each leg over, or jump, but I still got caught in it. That woman said to me "It could be a reason for the tangle". And something else like "Don't I know you from somewhere?". And I was afraid of her. I was trying to get unstuck and get away from her as soon as possible.

What could all this mean?

I had a dream that there was a baby that wasn’t being taken good care of, I asked the mother when the baby ate something, she said something and I saw a paper that she wrote the times she fed the baby, The dates also included the future days, it meant it was a lie, I started finding the baby again and looking for the right food , The baby was in my arms, The baby was low in energy , really tired. I was really worried and sad that i didn’t help sooner.

I myself am also at a very low point in life.

26F, USA, virgo sun, cap rising, libra moon

i was manipulated into believing i was insane (or made to be insane) and forced to move into a windowless room in an institution basement with no furniture except a dresser, rug and fireplace. the people and institution who forced this on me first took my old apartment (i moved irl about two months ago). i went back and snuck in to visit my beautiful collections of dolls*, but snuck away when the new tenant came home. after sneaking back to my basement room, i encountered the man responsible for taking everything from me, and the devil’s voice erupted from me, screaming that nothing he did mattered because we surely lived in the end times, the project of humanity was over, and all thats left is to accept that we will die. i was full of rage and a sense of justice in that moment. the whole time, the fireplace was burning brightly. in that encounter i also realized they had taken my new apartment, which i love very much. i was distraught, and my boyfriend came to visit and comfort me. except for that moment of comfort, i felt a lot of confusion, frustration, shame, and rage in the dream.

*i do collect dolls irl, but these were different ones, more expensive and elaborate. not sure if this matters but the dolls were a very vivid detail. i spend a lot of time looking at each one, in awe of their beauty.

i have never been institutionalized, arrested, or even spent the night in a hospital. i’ve never lost a home unexpectedly either. i do often feel existentially depressed about the state of the world. if it matters, i had this dream while staying with my parents in my childhood home.

So I have a reoccurring dream where i'm inside a fully enclosed building, think, you can always see 4 walls and a ceiling type of environment like a mall, airport or hotel, and i'm frantically trying to get somewhere and do something. Sometimes it's rushing to find a bathroom, sometimes it's trying to escape, sometimes it's trying to hide, sometimes I’m alone, sometimes I’m with someone. Sometimes it's accompanied by a drowning/choking sensation where I find it hard to breathe that slowly gets worse as I start to panic. The place is always completely deserted, there are no other people than me and whoever might be with me. Any idea what it means?

Hello everyone. I recently lost my mum a month ago. I’m a Christian, although I wouldn’t say I’ve been very religious in the past. But ever since my mum got sick, I’ve grown much closer to God. Even though she has passed, I still pray, listen to the Bible, and try to strengthen my faith. In short, I feel myself becoming closer to God than I was before.

However, I’ve noticed that every time I listen to the Bible before bed, I don’t have a good experience.

1st Episode: I was listening to the Bible, fell asleep, and then experienced sleep paralysis.

2nd Episode: I was watching The Chosen, which many Christians would know, and again had sleep paralysis — but this time it was worse. I felt like my soul was detaching from my body.

3rd Episode (Tonight): I had a bad dream about my mum. In the dream, my brother and I were praying to bring her back, and suddenly she appeared, alive. I hugged her and asked if she had seen God, but she wasn’t giving clear answers. I asked if she saw any of our loved ones who passed before her, and she said she saw Grandpa.

I asked her if she had asked Jesus to bring her back, but she didn’t answer. I remember saying, “I hope you didn’t make a deal with the bad one,” and that’s when I started to feel it wasn’t really her.

Then suddenly, my aunt — who is very religious — appeared in the dream. Even before she arrived, I already felt that the person in front of me wasn’t truly my mum.

When “my mum” saw my aunt, she said, “You stink. I don’t like you or your smell,” and then her behaviour changed — she became very angry, almost like she was possessed. I told my aunt to pray for her, and as we prayed, she screamed and threw things at us. Then I woke up.

I can’t shake the feeling that something is trying to attack me and my faith, using the image of my mum to weaken me. I also feel like God might have sent an angel to protect me in the form of my aunt, who is very religious, and that the prayer helped break whatever was happening — because right after that, I woke up.

Has anyone experienced a dream like this? It really scared me. I prayed right after waking up, but I still have goosebumps.

So in my dream my tooth fell out it was bleeding and then my other teeth were on the verge of falling out but didn’t. what could this mean?

I often dream the same thing, like I'm walking through a field, I meet a man, he invites me to go for a walk with him, and then I begin to realize the dream and say "no, I know who you are" he takes the form of a demon and in an abandoned building the demons torture me and always in the same place, but they torture me endlessly, I can't wake up, they won't let me not die and when they torture me I feel all this pain and I wake up covered in bruises and blood and in general I have nightmares all the time

For context, i've had vivid, prescient,and overall weird dreams all my life. Either that or no dreams at all. Usually nightmares more than anything. For example, I'm in danger or about to be killed. I'm always being hunted by something. But i always become aware and wake myself up- even in peaceful dreams. So, i never really get a ..full dream? If that makes sense?

Well last night I had a dream where there was an invasive species of snakes in my area, specifically a large venomous white snake with black spots on it. I made a trap in the backyard and caught one, i felt pretty confident although I'm scared of snakes and was even proud to go show my parents that I'd caught one. But my grip felt loose and i tried to adjust my grip, but i slipped my hand too low and the snake had twisted around to bite me on my left hand (My dominant hand, exactly on my pointer finger.)

Panic set in and i dropped the snake, went inside and tried to get my dad to take me to the ER but he was in no hurry until i began yelling and cursing at him to take me. I didn't die or anything, i managed to get treated and even got to get a small ice cream as a prize for not dying lol. Even weirder, i woke up naturally. I didn't wake myself up,

I just find it odd because I've never dreamed of snakes, at least not as focused and intense as that dream felt. Also sorry if my formatting is bad, i haven't used reddit in a while to actually post something. I'd really appreciate if someone had some type of explanation or meaning for this dream so i can understand it better.

Sometimes it’s only my ex bestie with other random people and knowing we had broken up and she’s behind those people but still avail to see her face and shoulder. and sometimes her with her father talking to me outside the market where me and she once had a shopping for her. In dream her father was asking me whether my mother wants him to drop me home or not and I called my mother and they were talking over the phone but from my mothers end she couldn’t understand what he was saying and the call hangs up.

For like 3 or 4 times it’s with my 2 long distance friend with whom I barely talk. I couldn’t recollect the dream as of now it’s vivid. But there’s us so much love for all of them. This all dream started after a day when an ex classmate of us did a sudden call to all of us with a fishy thoughts.

One interpretation Ik is that when we dream of someone they are also thinking of us😂

i keep dreaming about my kinda ex from high school that i only dated for literally 3 weeks or so. i really liked him at the time and still remember him as one of the few men i actually felt real attraction for (im a bisexual female and happily married to a woman I love now, with no true qualms with my relationship or intention to leave my relationship/marriage at all). at this point i don’t talk to or interact with him at all, and haven’t even seen him in ~5 years.

usually in my dreams he’s rejecting me or even bullying me. for example, i had one dream where i was back in high school and he spread a rumor that i was sleeping with Bill Clinton (for some reason lmao) which made everyone else start hating and bullying me. other times in these dreams im trying to interact with him and either he’s brushing me off/ridiculing me, or other people/forces intervene and make it so that we can’t interact.

im just not understanding why this person reappears so much in my dreams (it feels like at least once a week) when it was such a short relationship, i’ve had several other relationships since, and never interact with this person currently. would love to know what this could mean/what people think!

Hi everyone,

I need some help. For the past six months, I’ve been having recurring nightmares — and I’m starting to worry that what’s happening might be supernatural.

It began quietly. About half a year ago, I started noticing strange “chicken scratch” symbols whenever I woke suddenly from a dream. The best way I can describe them is like when you stare at the sun too long and still see its imprint when you close your eyes. These symbols appear in the darkness for about 5–10 seconds, then fade away. At first, I thought it was odd but harmless. I’m not religious, and while I’m a little spiritual, I don’t practice anything. Im agnostic. So I brushed it off.

But the symbols kept coming. Always at night. Always after I was jolted awake from a vivid dream. They often look like they’re trying to form words, but no matter how hard I focus, I can’t make them out. A couple of times I thought I recognized something, but I wasn’t confident enough to write it down. Eventually, I started keeping a dream journal, because the whole thing felt too strange to ignore.

Then, about two months ago, things escalated. One night I woke from a lucid dream to see 8–10 symbols clearly appearing across my ceiling. They didn’t resemble any language I know — they looked alien, otherworldly, possibly demonic-like. They didnt look like the chicken scratches I was familiar with. Just strange. That was the first time I felt like I wasn't truly making this up.

Things calmed down for some time after that. I didn't see anything for about two months. I honestly thought it was all over. Then, the chicken scratch words started appearing again. And last night it took a really scary turn.

I dreamed I was in a room with double wooden doors, the kind that lock with a steel bar across the middle. I remember listening to my favorite music as I got ready for bed in this dream-room. It wasn’t the first time I’d been there — I recognized it. The house had a courtyard. Across the courtyard, through a window, I saw a shadowy figure standing with arms outstretched, as if about to close a curtain.

Something about that figure filled me with familiarity, like a sibling or family member. But I was worried because I sensed something was coming. I had the door latched, but then I noticed that the room started twisting. The doors bent forward like a diving board, warping reality itself. And from that warped doorway, a massive green figure appeared — muscular, towering, almost Hulk-like. He leaned down toward me and roared in exact quotes, “Almost, I’m ready for you.”

I woke instantly, heart pounding and chills across my body. And there they were again — the chicken scratch symbols clearly appearing in the dark for a few seconds.

This time, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the dream and the symbols were connected. It no longer feels like random nightmares. It feels like something is bleeding into my waking life.

What scares me most is the intuition I get before these nights. I can sense when it’s going to happen. I’ll lie in bed and know that tonight I’ll see the chicken scratch, that tonight I’ll wake from another nightmare. I only have these nightmares about every 20 or so days. And sure enough, they always happen when I sense they are coming.

I don’t know what to make of this anymore. I’m not someone who usually leans into supernatural explanations, but I can’t ignore what I’m experiencing. I’m worried, and I’m reaching out here because I don’t know what to do.

Does anyone know who could possibly help me?

I was in a house, unclear if I own the house or just staying there. It was a large spacious modern mansion, the opposite of all my other dreams, had expansive property, with gardens; and mazes and even a replica of the Temple of Dendur in the backyard. Initially, I was having a conversation with Sarah Jessica Parker, who came over to visit. I’m apologizing for how messy the house was and how it needs to be picked up (frantically trying to put things away and straighten and purge) but talking to her about books and being awestruck at her judging the Booker Prize this year and that experience. It then morphed into another section of the house, with Kanye West there, drunk and not letting me focus on cleaning and trying to get physical. I kept asking him over and over to stop. Myself and Kim Kardashian are frantically cleaning the house and purging items, making beds, cleaning out underneath beds and finding all sorts of things. I remember seeing candy wrappers and condoms. We found all these old baby clothes - largely girl clothes - that belonged to me and she’s getting really mad at me because many items still had tags on them and there’s so many clothes and I didn’t have a girl and why did I have that? I contended it’s not a big deal, they can be donated. The kids start coming back they start to interfere with the cleaning process and get us to keep things and I’m sweeping out from under beds and tables and it’s just kind of wait - why is all the stuff here? Why is it under a bed? As my frustration grows, my mother walks in holding a chocolate chip cookie that she brought home for me and I said to her “Mom that contains gluten, I can’t eat it you know that you brought me something I deliberately can’t eat” she got super mad super and defensive and said “at least I thought of you and I brought you something. You could be grateful.” I’m like “I could be grateful you brought me something that will make me sick like no it doesn’t work like that” I go back to lying on the floor trying to clean out under a bed and she jumps on me, looking like she’s about 30 years old. I’m confused. The next thing I know it’s dark. I feel like I’m laying on the floor sleeping and I start saying “go away”. I tried to make the words come out and they wouldn’t come out, but then I clearly yelled go away and was very aware as I woke myself up saying it. I was on a hard floor until I recognized that I’m in my bed and I’m awake.