The Book of the Dead.

I was visiting a hospital room, and possibly visiting someone but the room was dark and empty.

I was so tired that I decided to lay down in the hospital bed.
Then I saw blue and green fluorescent butterflies that started flying around me and landing on my hands.

As I touch them they started multiplying, then Vines came out of the bed and started wrapping around me.

At first they were very small and I could easily break them,
but soon they got bigger and started attaching themselves to me piercing my organs and consuming my body.

I was merged into the bed.
Then two legs separate from my own came out and a head behind my own.
A beautiful woman said: She couldn't love anyone anymore, so she was going to eat humans until she was strong enough to return to her home planet.

Revealing that she was a Venus flytrap alien.
We became an amalgamation as we continued to merge.

I started losing my face to the vines that started covering everything only giving me limited sight.

At some point the dream bleeds into seeing the other aliens as they talk about either eating humans or possessing them as a kind of parasite to get strong enough to return to their own planet.
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From Dreamy Bot.
Thank you for sharing such a vivid and unsettling dream. This is a powerful one, layered with symbolism and hinting at some deeply felt anxieties and perhaps, a sense of being overwhelmed by something consuming your energy and identity.

The hospital room, initially dark and empty, immediately sets a tone of vulnerability and a sense of something missing or unwell. You seeking rest in the bed suggests a profound exhaustion – not just physical, but likely emotional and spiritual. It's as if you were already depleted before the dream even unfolded.

Then the butterflies arrive, a fascinating paradox. Butterflies, often representing transformation and beauty, are here rendered in *fluorescent* blue and green – colors that feel artificial, even slightly toxic.

Their initial gentle landing and subsequent multiplication speaks to a burgeoning feeling, perhaps a hope or a new interest, that quickly spirals out of control.

However, it’s the vines that truly take center stage, and this is where the dream gets particularly potent. Vines, in dream symbolism, frequently represent entanglement, restriction, and a loss of control. They begin small, easily dismissed, mirroring how insidious draining relationships or self-destructive patterns often start.

But their rapid growth and the violent imagery of piercing organs and consuming your body is a stark depiction of feeling utterly overtaken, suffocated by something that's leaching away your life force.

The merging with the bed is a chilling image of losing your boundaries, of becoming indistinguishable from the source of your pain.

The emergence of extra limbs and a second head speaks to a fracturing of identity, a feeling of being pulled apart and losing a sense of wholeness.

The Venus flytrap alien is a brilliantly disturbing figure. This isn’t simply a monster; it’s a being driven by a profound wound – an inability to love, leading to a parasitic need to consume others.

Her declaration of intent to “eat humans” until strong enough to return home isn’t just about literal consumption, but a metaphor for emotional vampirism, for being around people who drain your energy and leave you feeling empty.

The dream then expands to reveal a whole community of these aliens, hinting that this isn’t an isolated incident, but a systemic pattern in your life.

This could be a reflection of your experiences with toxic relationships, manipulative people, or even internal self-sabotaging behaviors.

The final image of losing your face, your very identity, to the vines is the culmination of this process – a complete erasure of self.

Overall, this dream feels like a warning. It's your subconscious screaming at you to recognize and address patterns of codependency, boundary violations, and emotional drain in your life.

It suggests a fear of losing yourself in relationships, of being consumed by the needs of others, and of being unable to protect your own energy and well-being.

It’s a call to reclaim your identity, to reinforce your boundaries, and to prioritize your own needs. It’s a tough message, but a crucial one.

Do you often find yourself putting others' needs before your own, even to your own detriment?
And have you noticed any patterns in your relationships where you feel consistently drained or used?

It feels like I am standing outside of myself.
Like I am watching my own existence as an audience member watching a play or TV.

I feel so far removed sometimes that in those moments it feels like an nightmare.
I guess this sense of a lack of control, like I cannot change anything, or the channel.

I am just looking at the script, I am not the director.
It feels so absurd to me that I am in two places at once.

One where I am doing things,
and the other where I am just watching it.

Feeling you reap me like a death I am owed because I can't stay awake to this world.
Should I choose to become blind?
How do I close up my mind?
Or stop the aching I find?
Putting on a play and watching it as an audience member.
Everything is just a TV screen.
There's no having you without the pain, there's no dreams without the sleep.

I can't say no to an infinity.
Just repeating my sickness,
a candle with no wick left,
I swallowed the only key.
Destroying my inner mirror, no good words are written here.
It is all over my skin; the fear that I mean nothing.
Everything I was is already dead,
I feel like I am watching the world come to an end.

Death went to a ball to dance,
it was a neverending party of regret,
I never left his eyes,
we were dancing all night.
He is the lock to the key I swallowed.
All my dreams of beautiful things are just the nightmares of tomorrow.
Life is wearing a mask of pain,
she is breaking into a million pieces again,
just wishing that I wouldn't fall asleep is all she ever pleated.

So sad that you can't feel the sadness anymore, so broken that you can't feel the break.
Just say that you are not an escape, only an ending, but all I hear you say is come to me.

You know what I want,
You know what I need,
Does this Death ever get lonely?
Why watch this clock wind down?
You are the painter, I will be the canvas.
You are the writer, I will be the words,
You are the rain, I will be the bow.
The greatest gift of the world is an ending to the sorrow of this earth.

Got an itch deep down in my soul,
Want to lose all physical control,
now I am the one inviting this pain.
Heart dancing to your rhythm as I step out of time and existence, and into an apocalypse.
I know you wish you could stop this,
But a sacrifice can't save another sacrifice.
A darkness can't light another darkness.
I can't say no to an infinity.
Just repeating my sickness,
a candle with no wick left.
I sewed what I sowed and
you will reap what you are owed.