Dream Of Mental Hospital With Blood And Straight Jacket

This dream was about

I was in a mental institute. It was set up really nicely and it seemed like a house because there was carpeting and comforters on the bed and a tv. It was comfortable. Even the toilets had covers on them so they were soft. The people treated me relatively nice. At one point Spencewah and Cannon Ryder (two of my favorite influencers) showed up and I guess paid us a visit. It was great. They made us all laugh and it sounded like there was a whole crowd the room but I look around and it was just the people in the beds and none of them were laughing. Later I go to bed in the dream and the bed is comfortable. I have to share it but the person I have to share it with is nice and gentle. I sleep but my dreams are filled with demons. When I wake up my mom is there and I told her I didn’t know she was visiting and she told me she missed me and loved me and where I was at I shouldn’t be at all but it was okay because it was only temporary. I stand up to hug her but I’m not wearing pants. I don’t mind this because I don’t think anyone cared. She gasps and wipes little droplets of blood off my shirt that I hadn’t seen at all until she wiped them and they left a trail. It’s as if I was sweating blood. I thought it was strange. I checked the bed and the bed seemed completely clean and dry so it couldn’t have been anything else. And I ask if we should go tell someone and she said yes we should. So we walk around and I show them my bloody shirt and they freak out. I said “I know I didn’t even see it until my mom wiped it off and there were these streaks.” They tell me my mom wasn’t there today and nobody had come to visit at all that day and I say “what are you talking about she’s right here” and as I turn around she’s gone. I tell them how she was there and I’d just woke up and that’s when I discovered it so they go to the bed and I follow. They’re first mad at me that the bed wasn’t made but they moved on and pulled back the covers. There were slight blood marks where I had been laying where my shoulders and back were and they felt around and and in the middle of the bed there was something wet. They pulled off the sheets and it was a stress squeezy toy that was oozing red watery liquid. They all laugh it off but I tell that that it wasn’t there before and that I’d been dreaming of demons all night and it had to be something like that. They asked me if I was going to go to church and when I said that I planned on it they laughed. I didn’t understand why they were laughing. I shake my head and walk off and they ask where I’m going and I say to the bathroom. So I keep walking and I start running down these stairs. They chase after me and stop me and use a man to restrain me. I told them I just had to go to the bathroom that’s always been on the main floor. They said it was for guests only. I complained that there were no doors and everyone could see me while I peed and they laughed and told me to suck it up and I was gonna have to get used to it. I wanted to slap the guy but my arms were in a straight jacket. I didn’t know how they’d managed to get it on me. I start to panic because I can’t move my arms but I stop and say “This isn’t real. This is just a dream” I look at the guy restraining me and spit in his face. I feel a stab in my ass and I feel drowsy. I have a flashback to when I’d got there. My brother was driving me and my dad was in the passenger seat. He was driving very fast down a narrow road and I tell him to slow down and that I didn’t want to crash. I saw a blue bus that was going as fast as us and it’d gone flying up in the air and two of its tires flew off. I said “see that bus was going just as fast as us. And what happened? It went flying! And it lost two tires!” He kept driving just as fast not responding me me at all. My dad didn’t respond either. Then he veered off the road and I said watch out but then they hit and old lady and kept going like she didn’t matter. I get upset with them and ask them what the hell is wrong with them. But they keep quiet. And we pull up in front of the mental institute and my brother says “This is your stop” and I am surprised but not upset. I go to get out of the car when these people swarm me and drag me out and into the building. I wake up and there’s a guy standing over me. I tell him to get out of my face and he apologizes. He says he wants to take me to see something so I get up. I’m again not wearing any pants and I say as much but he tells me it doesn’t matter. We head up to the front desk and he goes to sign me out but he writes so big and sloppy that it’s barely legible. I tell him to write smaller so other people can use the paper two. He signs my name and it’s wrong and I say as much. He hands me the pen and I try to fix it the best I can and I nurse comes up and asks what I’m doing. I tell her this man that I had never seen before wanted to check me out. I don’t know what he wants but he says he wants to show me something. I said that I’d told him I needed pant but he said it didn’t marter. I turn and ask him why he isn’t saying anything but the nurse asks who I’m talking to. I turn to her and tell her he’s standing right next to me but as soon as I look he’s gone. I freak out and the nurse tries to take the pen from me. I tell her to stop and id give it to her if she wasn’t trying so desperately to grab it. A guard grabs me from behind and I yell at him not to touch me and I stab him with the pen. I immediately start apologizing and saying I didn’t mean to but I’m back in a straight jacket and they’re dragging me away. I look at the guy dragging me and tell him I don’t know what game they’re playing but they would not break me. They would never break me. He punches me in the face and I laugh and tell him he’ll have to try harder than that. They throw me in a blank room and I quietly sit down in the middle of the floor and start humming. The guard look slightly creeped out. I kept humming and singing to myself and eventually they let me out. I tell them that they didn’t break me and they never would but my phone rings and I wake up.