What are orphan dreams about?

I dreamt this today. I don't know why. I am too traumatised by the dream, even if it was a short dream. Please read this with precaution and if you have PTSD, CPTSD, anxiety, if you have experienced abuse in ANY form perhaps don't read at all.

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Here it goes:

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I was a little girl. I was running freely around the world around the world which was first covered in sand, then in snow. I was running past some people, mostly young teenagers. I ran downhill but I was going so fast that I flew through a bush and into somebody's house wall. I did damage to their house wall and doors. The man didn't call an ambulance or anything. I woke up there, barely mobile. There were two teenagers who came running down the hill after me after they saw what happened.

The man took me in his car, said he was taking me home. I don't know why I believed that. Probably because I was a child. I kept asking him if he called for an insurance. He wasn't answering at all. After asking a while, he said they wouldn't cover it anyways.

I basically reincarnated into another child's body. She was in an orphanage. My original family went running towards the orphanage to see if I was there, crying. They didn't find me there and the worker/owner apologised. I said, as the orphan, that I know where I was last, but not where I am now. So I took them there.

Turns out, I was given to some restaurant. They sold me as a whore. Two asian men, young men, in their 20s, were at the reception and the family threatened them, said they know about the whores and so on. One went in the back without the family members and I then saw the little girl, laying on her side, mouth open somewhat.

Her hands were violently tied at her back with a metal lock. I was hearing dramatic and sad kpop music. It still won't get out of my head.

They had stuffed her insides while she was still alive. A white teddy bead in her lungs, something pink in her breathing tube, then something in her throat, and at last one big white hair clip in her throat. Then in her mouth, three big white hair clips. For some reason, she had a long, long jaw/mouth. She initially had a metal trap inside her mouth that they could open up with a device, but when the guy ripped it out, it turned into clips. Or perhaps, the clips were there all along.

Through ALL OF THAT, the girl was calm and talking calmly. She was asking questions and so on. He said, the guy taking those things out, "They still want you back without the clips, but you have lung cancer anyways... ECG paper."

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And I woke up around then.

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Does anybody have any idea why I would dream such a thing? It is insanely disturbing. If I could afford a therapist, I would definitely go. The dream is unrelated to any of my experiences irl. While I do have trauma, what happened in the dream is not my trauma.

So as a small child I remember seeing a movie but I’m beginning to think it was a dream.

This family (dad and daughter, maybe some other relatives or other performers)lived in a caravan and they were sorta magicians/magical. They’d go from place to place doing small shows to collect money and living off anything they could. (It was very dark ) But one day they meet this other magician dude who’s got their powers, but their even bigger and he can change reality of sorts, make old women seem young for a moment, etc. He begins wooing the daughter of the family even tho a boy who lives with the family (he’s not apart of their family tho, just an orphan or runaway) has been pining after her. The father is suspicious of him because he seems too good to be true, he’s also always been very protective of her. He whisks the daughter away into a fantasy of them being together and being rich and famous with a daughter of their own, but it comes crumbling down after she realizes he’s evil and using it to be destructive and deceive her. The dad can become successful like he’s always dreamed and stay with his family or let his daughter go and take it for herself. He lets her go and she runs off with the previous boy who’d been pinning after her, they run into their own fantasy. The rest of the performers go away to live their own lives and fantasies(self made Tho) and the dad is no longer a performer as his caravan was destroyed, and he is homeless or struggling and lonely. One day he looks across the street to see the boy, his granddaughter, and his own daughter. They
Don’t recognize him tho, but he’s happy. He’s happy to know their safe.

Sooo like if anyone knows what this is hmu, but if it isn’t real I have a book idea

Though this story is not a nightmare, this dream will be a dream that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

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I (9F) was an orphan. My parents recently have died from a bombing. I was so scared to go to an orphanage, that I broke into a house to have shelter for the night. I walked into a bedroom to find a girl (9F) named Alice. She did not care where I came from, and she even welcomed me into the house! Alice allowed my brother (10M) and me to stay here (brother in the other room) and told me about this household.

We were not alone here. Alice had told me that her uncle was here. But she also casually mentioned that SCP-173 (whom we referred to as "the Sculpture") was a caretaker of this home. Right as she said that, the Sculpture barged into the room holding two plates. In the darkroom, we gladly took the plates, and within a blink of an eye, the Sculpture somehow disappeared.

"It's for dinner", said Alice while she was munching down on her food. Meanwhile, I cried and cried.
"Why are you crying", she said confused.
"I am so, *so*, grateful that he has given us food"
"The Sculpture is *it*. Why are you grateful anyways? He does this multiple times every day! I don't care about him. I even force it to bang its body on the wall and make it fall over on purpose!"

That was the reason why the Sculpture looked so... bruised... I brushed this off, and Alice and I were playing for the rest of the day. This continued on for a couple of months. The Sculpture always did chores but it had no emotion while doing them. It looked worse and worse every day, and I kept telling Alice to stop making it do stuff to its body. She thought it was really funny. Ironically, she did not think it was funny the day it disappeared.

We were not aware of how much we relied on the Sculpture. The endoskeleton of the sculpture was showing the day before. But this day, the Sculpture just disappeared. I loved the Sculpture while Alice hated it, so I was crying all day in bed. It forced my brother and Alice's uncle to go find food for us all. They came across another home. While trying to find food, my brother noticed the Sculpture. This time, the Sculpture was mended. He blinked, and for some reason, the Sculpture was right in front of him. He has always been a little scared of the Sculpture, but seeing its exoskeleton this close gave him the jumps.

He assumed that the Sculpture just wanted a hug. He reached out to hug it, closed his eyes, and... I think you can guess what happened next. My brother's body lay on the floor, while Alice's uncle heard the *snap* and just stared at the Sculpture. He was horrified and too paralyzed to even blink. By moving back and blinking a lot, he concluded the Sculpture can only move when all eyes are off it. Using this to his advantage, he attacked it, but when he had no success, he called 911. The police turned up, but as soon as they saw it, they retreated. Now another team of people came. They looked more armored. He slowly went unconscious- assuming that someone put a needle in him.

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Reflection: I thought of this dream once and I immediately knew what it was about. >!People drove me to self-harm, and that's what Alice did to the Sculpture. I was the Sculpture. I wanted revenge, but the person I got revenge on was myself!< It was disgusting, and I hate my brain for coming up with the dream. >!I could vividly see the Sculpture bruises,!< >!and that made past memories trigger (I'm okay now).!<

Sorry, this was rushed while making this post

This is the first time I experienced this.

The deepest dream took place in a military jeepney; I was sitting in the back seat between two people (characters from the TV show "Orphan Black") and all I remembered feeling was some sort of tension between them. I was just listening to them talking then suddenly I woke up.

I woke up in my parents' bed; it was nighttime and I looked around and saw someone close the door behind them. I was alone in the room. and suddenly I saw a fit middle-aged man on an elevator looking at me, and then the elevator doors closed, then I woke up again.

It felt weird after waking up for real, because I couldn't tell if I was still dreaming or not. Has anyone experienced this? What if I'm still dreaming now?

Just had a beginning to end dream about some witches.

I had a dream that there was a house outside of a kingdom of three orphan girls. no one messed with them and they were surviving enough to be happy. The grass around their house was so high and unkept but it seemed like hair when the wind blew. A skinny river seemed to twist around their house. So a little make shift bridge of a handful of wooden boards were lazily draped across. So only a single person at a time could get across.

I was dating the youngest one and after work I would bring specifically her bread and dried meat of some sort. occasionally a little extra to maybe share with her sisters. over time the long walk outside of the kingdom weighed on me and I eventually got to the point where I didn't want to make the trip anymore. For whatever reason she refused to visit the kingdom.

The final time I came back, I explained to her how I was feeling and tried to inform her I won't be coming back as we stood on her back porch. I had a little backpack with bread, an apple, and some sort of meat. I tried to give it to her one last time and she kept saying "why are you doing this?" Over and over as she started tearing up.

suddenly a screaming, crying women barged through the back door, with dirty hands and feet like she had been playing in mud all day. She had nothing on but a white, dirty night gown, and was covered in blood. Her mouth had been gaged by a cloth tied around her mouth. She ripped it off and saw me. She tries to reach out and say something but the oldest sister burst through the door, with the deepest look of pure hatred and anger ever. She swung a knife and cut this girls extended hand off and stabbed her.

She saw her crying sister and then she started screeching at me "why would you?".

like that phrase was the sister's activation button; the two sister's hair started floating, eyes glowing black and they screeched at me. They started floating towards me. So I dropped my backpack and started running out of the house. The three sisters started floating out of the house towards me. faces of pure disgust, glowing black eyes, hair floating and screeching "why would you?" Like sirens.

They caught me, hog tied me up next to the other girl's bloodied body. She was hardly alive but explained to me that the sisters had been having a hard time hunting and providing for themselves and turned to witch craft to make ends meet a little better and wanted to start doing human sacrifices for two reasons (1) to help bring them good fortune and (2) to have a mangled body to display for the distant kingdom to see what they've "made these girls do" because they felt the kingdom had abandoned them even though if they would've asked for help, they would've gotten it. Eventually, they dragged the girls mangled body away and erected a pole taller than their house. hoisted her body to the top of the pole, and lit her on fire. So she had to use her last dying moments squirming and screaming; causing a scene so the kingdom could hear. While they were doing all of that, I managed to stand up and try running away. To no avail, I was caught. Then they started screeching "why would you do that?" And acted like my attempt to flee was the worst thing they've ever seen. They blamed me for making the kingdoms abandon them. They dumped out the contents of my bag and smashed the food in front of me. They genuinely seemed to think I caused them to stomp on the food I brought them. They were heart broken and abhorred me for the smashed food. Then they blamed me for making them kill that girl. The accusations were absurd and wildly insane. The sisters were beyond reasoning. Eventually somehow, I got a chance to run away back to the kingdom.