I have hallucinations in the day and nightmares in the night. My dreams are like a continuation of my day but slightly altered, so usually I think I woke up when I am still asleep; this was my dream.

I was in bed, the bed was lit up with partial rays of light coming out of the gaps in my curtains. I bent over to pick up my book and opened it. I couldn't read but I felt like I saw something wrong in it. I stretched and rose. A pale hand stuck out from under my bed and grabbed me by the ankle, underneath. I watched as they cracked my leg out of my hip and proceeded to chew and crunch on it. I say "they" because all I could see were hands, too many to be from one individual, it was so dark that I couldn't make out any face. I don't remember the colour of my blood but I know that it was not red, black-ish maybe and the blood didn't spurt out. It just dripped slowly. The worse part was that I was so calm and reclined. It was like some kind of weird shit I saw on rule 34. I just let the thing pull me apart.

Then I woke up.