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YannuNG
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    Monster maker. Story teller.

    Age 45, Male

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    So one of my latest nightmares includes me being the bad guy. Like I'm fuckin' Jason Voorhees terrorizing some kid out there in their dreams complete with machette mask and jumping out of the wall at them.

    I had one where I was running up a stone tower (the one you'd typical in a castle), being chased by a horrible shadow, naturally it was an unending staircase. Well out of the freaking blue without notice the stone stairs turned into fabric sending me to my impending death, my screams silent but the sound of fabric whipping past me. I have no idea what the hell any of that is supposed to mean but DAMN it was terrifying. Having said that, it's pretty neat though (with hindsight).

    Thanks for all the details!

    I actually have a few I could tell you about. A couple inalreadynhave written down because they shook me so much. The one I'm sharing now was particularly impactful, even if it might not make sense.

    ... For some reason, the floors were all copper Tinged, the walls were white, but yellowed by smoke, and the lights, a dim, yellowish florescent. There was a manic, emaciated man in the corner of a dingy apartment. He was laughing and twitching, facing the wall. Swat kicked down the door and he bolted. Into the next room and beyond that. Swat followed them and saw an elderly woman in a bathtub in the middle of the room. They shouted at her, telling her to get out and get down. But she writhed and twitched out off the tub, exposing that she was completely encoiled by some kind of boa constrickter snake. I... Can feel the sound she made as she landed on the bathroom floor. A sick, wet, slam on the ground as her eyes rolled. In the back of her head. Some of the swat moved on to find the twitching man, but in not sure what happened afterwards. They might have found and shot him, I don't know. I woke. Up in a sweat.

    Next

    Details are fuzzy, but it was another cinematic type thing running in my head. I think it was following some sort of show, talking about certain people and an apartment were unexplained deaths occurred (it also took place in the apartment for authenticity I guess) and strange things began to happen . Eventually, it all comes to a head and the hosts decide to leave the apartment, but just as soon as they enter the hallway out, they're chased by something and there's screaming and. .. Well the noises weren't pleasant. I noticed that my view was that of the cameraman (who was still just inside the apartment by the door, looking out) and he's just standing there, breathing heavy and listening then quick footsteps started running back from the way the hosts were chased. He closes the door quickly, as hard as he can right before the footsteps reach him. He starts to hear a woman's voice, speaking nonsense that he could somehow understand. He ran to the window and climbed outside to get away and out of the building. As he was climbing up on the outside, he looked down and saw a vaguely female shaped head staring up at him, noticing that it had a gaping, black, abyss where the face should be.
    Then I woke up.

    This last one, i made a poem.

    A tube of

    Glass,

    A

    Fragile,

    Cylindrical,

    Prison.

    It holds a

    Serpent

    Made of

    Rainbows and

    Light,

    But still very much

    Flesh.

    The cell is

    Hardly large enough

    To hold it.

    You wouldn't

    Think the

    Snake

    Could turn within its

    Confines,

    Yet, the

    Being moves so

    Fluidly and with

    Such ease, you'd

    Scarcely believe it.

    Lest you saw.

    I chose to

    Let

    It

    Free,

    And opened the

    Container.

    The serpent had

    Seemed so very

    Docile, before.

    But, when

    Looking away,

    Just a moment,

    I found

    Fangs in my

    Back.

    Thanks a lot!!!

    @calthe13th @YannuNG no problem~

    I remembered a dream I had when I was little recently anyways the dream was I felt something pulling me and in the dream I "awoke" to a bunch of little goblin like monsters dragging me under the bed and underneath my bed it was like a different dimension(you might not still need these sorry im late)