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The scene felt like a high school classroom that was filled with high school classmates and some that I didn’t recognize. Many of them sat at a table together, but I was sitting at a computer with my back to everyone. I was watching videos on my computer when I overheard classmates repeatedly saying my name and laughing. Most of what they were saying wasn’t heard but I could tell they were making fun of me.
Typically in real life I am a non-confrontational person but in this dream I had the courage to walk over and stand up for myself; obviously I felt pride in that. When they acknowledged my existence and responded, they came up with some lame excuse as to why my name was mentioned and that it wasn’t a big deal (while laughing more). I lost my shit at this point.
The frightening part is, I took out a knife and started slashing my wrists and screaming their names, telling them that their lives are going to be ruined, just like they have ruined my life. Repeatedly, I told them that karma will catch up to them for (essentially) bullying me. Blood was pouring from my arms and as I was fainting, I woke up.
Since I’ve woken up, I’ve felt unusual and not like myself. Conversations with people have taken more energy from me today. I’ve been incredibly anxious and easily irritated, too. In the past I have been suicidal but slashing was never my first choice in suicide. The paranoia of people talking behind my back could potentially stem from some real emotions I’ve been dealing with, so I can understand how that would come up. What I don’t understand is my suicide attempt...
TL;DR people were making fun of me, then denied it, so I dramatically slashed my wrists in a suicide attempt and told them karma would get them.
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