SarahtheKeroseneice
Me
- Nov 8, 2025
- 3
I dream a lot, each one is different from the other, and sometimes things I've dreamt in other dreams keep coming back.
Today I'm here to tell you about a dream I had recently.
TW: It's a bit graphic.
I dreamt that I lived in a large house; it had three floors and elevators. This house was an old school, so it had several rooms and many tables with abandoned computers. My family and I had just moved there, so there was still a lot of clutter everywhere. I was exploring the house and found a razor blade under a chair.
I picked up the blade and started fiddling with it, then while I was sitting alone in a room I plunged the blade into my chest and opened a hole all the way down, almost reaching my navel. I was cutting my skin but I didn't feel anything, I remember seeing the fat, the blood, the nerves, and then my organs and bones. I stuck my hand inside and cut my liver out. After that I threw the blade away and placed the liver under a table; the cut on my body was turning yellowish and had stopped bleeding, although it was still open.
So I walked to the corner of the room where there was a phone, I picked it up and called emergency services, not to ask for help but to ask how long I would live without my liver, they replied that I would live 7 hours only. I smiled and hung up, then I sat in a corner and waited for death, not long after that I finally woke up.
Unfortunately, my liver is still here.
Today I'm here to tell you about a dream I had recently.
TW: It's a bit graphic.
I dreamt that I lived in a large house; it had three floors and elevators. This house was an old school, so it had several rooms and many tables with abandoned computers. My family and I had just moved there, so there was still a lot of clutter everywhere. I was exploring the house and found a razor blade under a chair.
I picked up the blade and started fiddling with it, then while I was sitting alone in a room I plunged the blade into my chest and opened a hole all the way down, almost reaching my navel. I was cutting my skin but I didn't feel anything, I remember seeing the fat, the blood, the nerves, and then my organs and bones. I stuck my hand inside and cut my liver out. After that I threw the blade away and placed the liver under a table; the cut on my body was turning yellowish and had stopped bleeding, although it was still open.
So I walked to the corner of the room where there was a phone, I picked it up and called emergency services, not to ask for help but to ask how long I would live without my liver, they replied that I would live 7 hours only. I smiled and hung up, then I sat in a corner and waited for death, not long after that I finally woke up.
Unfortunately, my liver is still here.
