My usual nightmares are now gone.
As well as the rest of the dreams.
Probably because I've been too busy studying last few months which exhausted me mentally and physically.
I remember only one interesting dream which I had a few months ago.
I was walking through this warped version of my street.
Everything was kind of washed out, twisted, out of proportions and generally gloomy. There was some sort of bad tension in the air.
The windows on every house were open, curtains being blown by the wind.
So I sneaked beneath the windows, trying to see what's inside those houses. The were all empty except some furniture.
In one of those houses I saw a huge wardrobe and a skeleton lying on the bed.
Suddenly, the wardrobe opened, pouring an endless stream of creepy infant-sized skeletons which promptly jumped on me and started ripping flesh from my bones and clawing out my eyes, which resulted in a proper jump scare wake-up.
