Commence with this information. It's September 15, 2022. It's my partner's turn to have his kid. So me being a bonus mom now, I don't have a job at the time, so I take care of his son while he's at work.

I discovered this one video on TikTok. It was about how if you recognize you're dreaming in your dream. You seek for the date and time. Me being obsessed with horror and the unexplained fan girl fanatic, that's precisely what I'm reaching to investigate the next time I recognize I'm dreaming.

The baby is sleeping. It's 10:30am. I'm managing to go back to bed till he wakes me. I finally fall asleep and i quickly go into heavy slumber. This is where the wild journey begins.

*my dream*
Presenting my bunk bed at my father's house, I gather a voice seeking to awaken me. I jolt awake. My dad asks me, "Why are you home right away? It's only Thursday shouldn't you be taking care of your partner's child today?" I realize I'm on a bunk bed. In my head I'm confused.

I don't own a bunk bed. Why am I laying on stomach hanging over the edge anyways? How did I even get here in the first place? I began to freak out, have all these thoughts running through my mind. Who is watching the baby?

I'm supposed to be at my boyfriend's house right now. Is the baby alone? The realization struck me hard. I'm dreaming right now and I unquestionably recognize for a fact I am.

My dad still remains in my bed-room door way he asks me "Are you okay? What is the matter?" I finally remembered the TikTok video. I'm figuring out this is the appropriate moment. "Dad, what's the Date and time?" I demand.

He ends up informing me the time and date. Things started to get strange. My door aggressively slams shut and I start picking up a dreadful scratching noise on my door on the other side. I started to panick.

I'm still on my bunk bed. I stumble off face first. Coil into fetal position and initiate screeching, murderous screams. This stage in time, I noticed no commotion was happening from my mouth. But I was visibly working my hardest to shriek so my body could awaken.

I didn't wanna be there any further. I had to find out if my partner's child was awake. After about 15 minutes of struggling to make commotion to appear I withdrew. My abdomen felt so heavy and tense from the effort scream to awake my body.

Unexpectedly my bed-room door swung open striking my wardrobe door. Clearly leaving behind an imprint in the paint. I spotted my dad standing in my doorway. This time I noticed a sinister atmosphere about him. I glanced up only to witness my dad's head turning in 360° motion.

I worked to yell again but yet again no commotion occurred to appear. I didn't know what else to do. I still required to get back to check if my Partner's kid was awake. I was going crazy.

I desired to come back fast. I don't know how long I have been asleep for. That's what was disturbing me the most, because the baby could be awake by now. I unfortunately gave up on struggling to scream.

I just laid there feeling helpless. Minutes have passed something strange went on. I beamed to my dad's room. He was laying in his bed. I determined to start going along with it.

Maybe this is the key to wake me up. Finish my dream. My dad pleads, "Do you have a clear picture of the baby? I haven't seen one yet." "Yes, I do. Let me go get my phone and show you." I responded.

I quickly wander to my room. As I came through the door, I saw my partner's son squatting in the midst of my room. holding my phone and phone case in his hands. The pictures in the back of my phone case were all over the floor.

I was losing it on the inside, but kept telling myself just go with it. I picked the baby up and walked back to my dad's room. "Here, he's here in my room. You can meet him instead." I said with a smile.

My dad picks up the baby. "He is so cute. I can't believe you get to be a bonus mom and handle it." He says jokingly with a laugh. I just laugh and smile. Then my phone starts going off.

I saw it was my phone alarm going off. I was confused but didn't show it. I never set my alarm, I thought in my head. The baby still holding both my phone and my phone case in his hands. Then suddenly, my body jolts awake.

I look over and it's my partner's kid sitting next to me on the bed. Pushing buttons on my phone and holding my phone case. Pictures in it all over the bed. I had so much anxiety at that moment.

The baby was in my dream playing with my phone and phone case. Minutes passed I developed the hiccups. They were aggressive and hurting my chest. Huge amount of anxiety also pulsed through me.

That day I understood what they meant by why it's a risk to ask for the date and time in a dream while you know when dreaming.