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No.515
I was inside a tall fortress made of wood poles, there was strong sunlight and a lot of sand. I recognised it as somewhere I played as a child and opened a familiar inventory menu from a PC game I used to play, then started trying to put cacti around to decorate.
I forget what happened between that and the next bit but I climbed up a ladder into the fortress wall and went rooting around on my knees following a voice I thought was myself as a child. There were wrappers from sweets and snacks all over in there and I kept thinking 'wow this is terrible, I should have cleaned up after myself as a kid', and that nobody had touched the place in years. The view outside the fortress was miles and miles of desert and the sun was dangerously bright. As I continued up and down and around my younger self called out saying she'd found a man and that he looked 'like a shrivelled monkey'. I hurried in anticipation of something horrific.
When I reached the opening in the wall I looked down from a great height and saw a pit of tall needle like posts, and sure enough there was the shrivelled dead body of a man resting like he was lying on a sofa. But he didn't look like a monkey. And my younger self had nothing in common with me at all, and she was climbing on the needles, pointing at another man who was alive and skewered through one side of his chest, clinging for dear life. She said that was the one she meant.
He wasn't shrivelled or monkey like. Just middle eastern looking, as was my younger self. I woke up then thinking 'that little racist bitch'. I'm disturbed by what this might mean about me as a person, it was all so specific. Then I had a follow up dream the next night that was more violent and had lots of penguins.
No.569
I was alone in my room, just cleaning my computer, when the doorbell ran. I opened the door and saw a girl in front of me, she somewhat looked miserable and, as a good human being I am, I let her in. I offer her something to drink, but she refuses.
Then she started telling me about her dad, her dad was a cop. Her dad died because of a heart attack and she looked for shelter, the cop, she told, had given her this address. He never said why and I don't know it either on the day of today.
So I let her stay here for a while. Day after day passed.
But here it starts, it happened 2 months after the day I met her. A black van started to appear on every location I've been to, people I've met those days have been reported as dead, missing, burned alive or eaten. At first I thought it was all coincidence, but then slowly the pieces started to fit together. All people that had passed away, had a mark on them, like an alien language or a drawing.
When I started to redraw every mark, all of them seemed to fit together, it looked like a person. The person was a cop. Meanwhile in the time that I've been busy with researching what I found, I hadn't seen that girl, she was probably up in her room. Why should I worry about her? She usually comes down around dinner time.
But she didn't come down that evening, so I knocked on the door. There was no response, I suddenly felt worried and decide to open the door, nobody. Where could she be? Did something happen to her? Where was her stuff? All these questions were stuck in my head. Could she have walked away? Where would she… The doorbell ran again, I opened the door and saw my friend. He noticed that I was worried about something and I told him the story, about the girl, about how everybody around me got murdered, about the drawing and… Then I noticed it, there was a black van in front of my house. It was in the middle of the street, but nobody was seen, I could feel my heart skip a beat.
I asked my friend to leave to hope that the black van wouldn't follow him, the black van remained on the same spot. I kept looking at the van, but it was getting pretty late, so I put up a camera setup around the house to record everything. I was hoping that evening to wake up the next day. Suddenly something grabbed my arm, it was the girl, she was crying. I pulled her up the bed and hugged her, I didn't know why she was crying, but it calmed her down. After a while she fell asleep, she looked so peaceful when she was sleeping and after a while, I fell asleep as well.
I woke up in the middle of the night, the girl was awake as well, she stood there in front of my bed, with a knife. She could barely speak, but before I realized it, she tried to split her throat in half. I quickly pulled away the knife and she started to cry again, she tried to speak to me, but couldn't say anything. Then, she kissed me out of nowhere, I was totally stunned and didn't know what to do. But it felt good and calmed us both down.
Someone knocked down the door, my paranoid ways of thinking had come true, people with black masks and guns stormed into the room and told us to freeze. She told me I've always loved you, I just didn't know how to express it. and I answered with I know. one of the persons told us to shut up. I recognized the voice, it couldn't be him, could it be?
The girl had something in her hands, she gave it to me and said Do it when you're ready, I love you.. It was a grenade. The girl tried to escape and got shot by the person with the voice I recognized. I grabbed him by his throat and used him as a human shield, he got killed my his mate. I used the gun that my human shield had to kill the other person. I rushed down to the girl, who tried to speak to me. I-I'm … I'm so s-s-sor-r-ry. I heard people rushing upstairs and asked the girl a question, Are you ready? She said yes and I hugged her while pulling the nade.
Then I woke up, everything felt so weird. Multiple questions were going through my head when I woke up. Where is the girl? Am I dead? What was the name of the girl? Who were these people? And then I realized I was back to real life.
No.619
Two cases;
First case, I was like six. I had this dream where I had woken up from something and was lo
oking for my mom. I run into her in her PJS in the family room, and I recall asking her if she is alright. Now, the room was all lit, and nothing seemed out of place. So I wasn't too scared. Then my mom turned around and I saw that, inside her mouth, the whole lower part was filled with a brain-like material with red (which now I assume was blood) in the crevices. The last thing I remember her was loudly gurgling "I'M FINE" before I woke up. I was kinda scared shitless
Fast-foward many MANY years later in college; I had this dream where I was messing with a weird form of Garry's mod, but it was all red and rusty. Suddenly, one of the ragdolls became sentient, and started to almost psychotically rant at me. I tried to teleport to other areas, but he kept drawing me back to this rickety railroad track over what seemd to be empty space. I remember him yelling "YOU THINK YOU CAN ESCAPE" as he approched me; I couldn't move. Then his head shapeshifted into something like a flesh-horror stile plant head (think little shop of horrors); it was a dark, fleshy red with lots of teeth and looked…well, low quality? like real life low polygons
. I basically woke up from that dream at the exact moment he bit my head off
Waking up, I felt a weird feeling on my neck (kinda prickly, like teeth of sorts), and I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I guess I was afraid I would actually die or something.
No.639
I once had a dream in which I was standing on a leafy hill with autumn leaves everywhere on the ground.
suddenly though, the gravity, erm, changes, and I start to fall to one side, and, eventually, directly up.
I keep trying to grab at a tree or even the ground, but it's hopeless, and I fall up, and up, and up, and up, with no hopes of any form of control, or normal gravity again…
And I suddenly fall on another ground in the sky. Splat.
This has bugged me a lot.