Dream Thread 2.0

+++Preramble+++
Some of you chaps who were on B.net before the update that was the final straw, but after the b.linding might remember a thread I made about Dreams.

For those who don't, it was basically a nice short and concise thread in which I clearly and precisely explained the dream that I had had recently.

And it totally wasn't my trademarked rambling half-coherent blood splattered mess.

So here is 2.0 e.e

+++How to play+++
Step 1 - Pick the most bloody, gory, horrific nightmare/dream you had recently and post it e.e
Step 2 - There is no step 2.
Step 3 - Don't post boring ones where there is no carnage, if you never have interesting dreams then I recommend taking a handful of random medication shortly before bed and seeing what happens.

+++Let's begin e.e+++

Last Night

A little while ago (15 years ish actually) I used to have a lot of nightmares from Gollum. Seems kinda silly now but he creeped five year old me the fuck out. It ended when I cracked him over my knee and chucked him off a bridge in a dream and that way that.

But for some reason, he came back last night.

And oh boy did the little bastard get what he deserved e.e

It was a relatively shortlived dream, but I woke up grinning from ear to ear.

He was swimming across the water's edge near the sea towards me for some reason and I grappled the little swine out of the water and he shrieked and fled under a pier.

Out comes this lovely little kitchen knife we have at home, I recognised it by the shape of the blade/weight of the handle and all that. Dunno where it came from but hey. It was time for some fun. e.e

So he's hiding behind this rock underneath the pier and going from side to side trying to benny hill up in this shit. That's not how it works and courtesy of dream physics my arm extended a bit further than it should have done and caught him right under the jawline in the throat with the knife.

Oh the screaming ;x;
Well, gurgling shrieks of panic.

I then dragged him across the shingle beach using the knife in his throat and he flailed around a bit bleeding all over the place and eventually stopped moving. Then to make sure I finished the job because apparently a broken spine and a fall off khazad-dum doesn't finish people off, I sliced his head off nice and properly so that it wouldn't be coming back ever again.

Overall it was a 10/10 dream, I haven't woken up feeling that refreshed and satisfied in a long bloody time.

Post yours to join the e.e

All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.

All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.

Hmm, well any dreams in which you are doing the hunting? <_<

Old dream, i dont remember when it was but i stabbed a bunch of people with a knife. It was satisfying >.>
'Sadly' i dont see much gory dreams, more disturbing ones.

Last night there was a statue, 'Ghoul Statue' was its name, i dunno where the name came from it just was it. I remember looking at it when it suddenly stretched its mouth open and got red eyes, then it dashed/phased/teleported towards me.

Gave me a good scare and woke me up briefly.

Another one, my PC spoke weird stuff, think of a malfunctioning AI. Then it started screaming in a really fucking disturbing machine kind of voice, i woke up to that.

All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.

Hmm, well any dreams in which you are doing the hunting? <_<

Those aren't nightmares, they are wet dreams.

I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>


And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/

All of my nightmares involve being hunted down by a serial killer or zombies m8. Pretty generic shit.

Hmm, well any dreams in which you are doing the hunting? <_<

Those aren't nightmares, they are wet dreams.

Well I wouldn't take it that far, but the intent behind the words is all daijoubu e.e

I can remember two recurring nightmares I had as a child and one good dream.
Anything else is too vague to recall properly and I very rarely remember dreams anymore.

Old dream, i dont remember when it was but i stabbed a bunch of people with a knife. It was satisfying >.>
'Sadly' i dont see much gory dreams, more disturbing ones.

Last night there was a statue, 'Ghoul Statue' was its name, i dunno where the name came from it just was it. I remember looking at it when it suddenly stretched its mouth open and got red eyes, then it dashed/phased/teleported towards me.

Gave me a good scare and woke me up briefly.

Another one, my PC spoke weird stuff, think of a malfunctioning AI. Then it started screaming in a really fucking disturbing machine kind of voice, i woke up to that.

...

Your computer spoke to you?

*-*

We have found the chosen one.

Ave Deus Mechanicus ;-;7

I had a few dreams about my friends and families that get really messed up. I'll post some if you want >_>


And my nightmares are just weird as hell, lots of which involve my family :/

Oh deer.

Well if you don't mind a good old family picnic being interrupted by a combine harvester then please do post them e.e

But it's quite understandable if you'd rather not >_>

Tru was in one of mine once.

He was screaming about people letting the dinosaurs loose.

Ave, true to Mechanicus

e.e

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Today actually.
So I was my younger (about 6-8 I'm guessing from the mirror image I saw) self at home and I was bored so I went outside and took my football with me. Well not too far from my house there is an enclosed football pitch where random people just start playing with each other so I headed there. By the time I arrived night it was starting to get dark and all I saw were clouds of smoke, like thick cigarette smoke coming from the pitch so I avoided going inside and just started to kick the ball against the metal fencing. As the smoke died down I saw two people sitting on the ground inside the pitch around the goal posts, the best way to describe them would be hobos or pikeys and they looked like they were on drugs which I assumed was all the smoke. I didn't leave I remained kicking the ball around when I accidentally hit the ball too hard and it went around the corner by this wall parallel to the metal fencing of the pitch, there was like a 4m gap between the two. I make my way to the ball when I notice another figure in the centre of the court, a tall, slim hooded chap smoking with the hobos probably. Well I'm still making my way to the ball and I see the slim chap starting to walk to the corner of the pitch. (At the time the pitch was damaged and in the top left corner there was a hole which pretty much any non-kinder could get out from) My heart starts beating fast because I see him looking at me whilst he's walking towards to the hole in the fence and as soon as we're on the same side he runs towards me, grabs me from behind and stabs me in my stomach.

The end.

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So now I know this night is truly blessed.

Not only have I found these on amazon


and the machine-prophet has appeared to us

but he also translated the will of the omnissiah too



RYUUNOSUKE WO SHONINTAMAE
WATASHI KARA NO TAMUKE WO
SAIKOU NO KOOOOOOOOOOOORU

One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

I used to have this nightmare about a really creepy clown that would come and take me from my parents. Like he would drag me away and I would try to scream but I couldn't make a sound. It would happen like every night when I was little.

Then the dreams stopped. A year later they came back, but this time I was in the grocery shop with my mom. He peeked around the corner and pointed and smiled at me. So I pulled a shotgun off the shelf and shot the shit out of him. Like I shot him and it sent him flying into the shelf and I walked up and emptied the gun into his head at point blank.

Then the dreams stopped for a while, and it came back AGAIN. This time it was a lot less scary for some reason even though there were like 100 clowns. I had a machine gun and I was just mowing these motherfuckers down. I was gunning them down and running to the parking lot to get into the car which was being driven by my parents and I killed them all and escaped. I had that dream a few times and it always played out differently with me not yet escaping but not being capture either. The last time I had the dream though I killed ALL of them and escaped though.

That creepy grocery store and those clowns never bothered me again. I've always wondered about those dreams. Why clowns? I never had clowns in my life or a bad experience with them. Why the being dragged from my parents and the paralyzing fear? And most interestingly, why did I suddenly stop being afraid almost completely and just get really violent? Crazy stuff.

Hmm now that is interesting, being haunted by recurring nightmares and then ending them within a dream by killing the thing that is tormenting you.

That was how I resolved several tormentors, not just gollum. There was a dog in one, which I uh... hate how that one ended but way back when I was terrified of dogs. Zombie nightmares ended too when I kind of shot myself to avoid killing my dog. Funny how it works like that <_<

Today actually.
So I was my younger (about 6-8 I'm guessing from the mirror image I saw) self at home and I was bored so I went outside and took my football with me. Well not too far from my house there is an enclosed football pitch where random people just start playing with each other so I headed there. By the time I arrived night it was starting to get dark and all I saw were clouds of smoke, like thick cigarette smoke coming from the pitch so I avoided going inside and just started to kick the ball against the metal fencing. As the smoke died down I saw two people sitting on the ground inside the pitch around the goal posts, the best way to describe them would be hobos or pikeys and they looked like they were on drugs which I assumed was all the smoke. I didn't leave I remained kicking the ball around when I accidentally hit the ball too hard and it went around the corner by this wall parallel to the metal fencing of the pitch, there was like a 4m gap between the two. I make my way to the ball when I notice another figure in the centre of the court, a tall, slim hooded chap smoking with the hobos probably. Well I'm still making my way to the ball and I see the slim chap starting to walk to the corner of the pitch. (At the time the pitch was damaged and in the top left corner there was a hole which pretty much any non-kinder could get out from) My heart starts beating fast because I see him looking at me whilst he's walking towards to the hole in the fence and as soon as we're on the same side he runs towards me, grabs me from behind and stabs me in my stomach.

The end.

Sounds like a normal night in manchester tbh

I used to have this nightmare about a really creepy clown that would come and take me from my parents. Like he would drag me away and I would try to scream but I couldn't make a sound. It would happen like every night when I was little.

Then the dreams stopped. A year later they came back, but this time I was in the grocery shop with my mom. He peeked around the corner and pointed and smiled at me. So I pulled a shotgun off the shelf and shot the shit out of him. Like I shot him and it sent him flying into the shelf and I walked up and emptied the gun into his head at point blank.

Then the dreams stopped for a while, and it came back AGAIN. This time it was a lot less scary for some reason even though there were like 100 clowns. I had a machine gun and I was just mowing these motherfuckers down. I was gunning them down and running to the parking lot to get into the car which was being driven by my parents and I killed them all and escaped. I had that dream a few times and it always played out differently with me not yet escaping but not being capture either. The last time I had the dream though I killed ALL of them and escaped though.

That creepy grocery store and those clowns never bothered me again. I've always wondered about those dreams. Why clowns? I never had clowns in my life or a bad experience with them. Why the being dragged from my parents and the paralyzing fear? And most interestingly, why did I suddenly stop being afraid almost completely and just get really violent? Crazy stuff.

Hmm now that is interesting, being haunted by recurring nightmares and then ending them within a dream by killing the thing that is tormenting you.

That was how I resolved several tormentors, not just gollum. There was a dog in one, which I uh... hate how that one ended but way back when I was terrified of dogs. Zombie nightmares ended too when I kind of shot myself to avoid killing my dog. Funny how it works like that <_<

dug works in mysterious ways.

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

Hmm now that sounds remarkably like sleep paralysis, chances are you were technically awake but with the brain still locked in dreaming mode with the muscles paralysed to prevent harm to the sleeper.

They can be really quite unpleasant, thankfully I haven't had them happen to me <.<

One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

That's a thing called sleep paralysis, you're half awake and the part of your brain in sleep mode makes you see shadow monsters coming to kill you.
Makes you feel their presence too.

Brains are massive cunts sometimes.

Damnit Psy.

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One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

Hmm now that sounds remarkably like sleep paralysis, chances are you were technically awake but with the brain still locked in dreaming mode with the muscles paralysed to prevent harm to the sleeper.

They can be really quite unpleasant, thankfully I haven't had them happen to me <.<

I was thinking that myself, but the strange thing is nothing else like that has happened since.

I used to have this nightmare about a really creepy clown that would come and take me from my parents. Like he would drag me away and I would try to scream but I couldn't make a sound. It would happen like every night when I was little.

Then the dreams stopped. A year later they came back, but this time I was in the grocery shop with my mom. He peeked around the corner and pointed and smiled at me. So I pulled a shotgun off the shelf and shot the shit out of him. Like I shot him and it sent him flying into the shelf and I walked up and emptied the gun into his head at point blank.

Then the dreams stopped for a while, and it came back AGAIN. This time it was a lot less scary for some reason even though there were like 100 clowns. I had a machine gun and I was just mowing these motherfuckers down. I was gunning them down and running to the parking lot to get into the car which was being driven by my parents and I killed them all and escaped. I had that dream a few times and it always played out differently with me not yet escaping but not being capture either. The last time I had the dream though I killed ALL of them and escaped though.

That creepy grocery store and those clowns never bothered me again. I've always wondered about those dreams. Why clowns? I never had clowns in my life or a bad experience with them. Why the being dragged from my parents and the paralyzing fear? And most interestingly, why did I suddenly stop being afraid almost completely and just get really violent? Crazy stuff.

Reminds me of that clown mission from GTA V.

One time I fell asleep during the day, and "woke" up a few hours later after the sun had gone down (I say this because of how realistic it was). I was completely paralyzed, and I watched in terror as dark figures entered the room and formed a circle around my bed. After a while, one of them climbed onto my bed and started smothering me with a pillow.

As I began to die (I really think that I experienced what it feels like to die from suffocation), I woke up in a fit of panic. I honestly have to say realizing it wasn't real was the most relieving moment in my life.

Sheit son, sleep paralysis has happened maybe twice to me. First time was pretty much the standard account. Second time my head was turned, so instead of seeing anything I just felt the presence on my chest, which then felt like it was pulling me upwards, like a fucking alien abduction for a few moments before I recovered.

Satan ripped out my intestines and lynched me with it

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

Well, the most recent one I can remember once again featured myself being... bled out, I guess, by two small girls, one bearing the visualization of my little cousin, the other one of her friends. This happens maybe quarterly.

But that's rather tame and boring. This is something I recall from many, many years ago.

Spoiler

Okay, so there I was, on a fucking grassy plain. I hate open ground, btw. Just me and me. The first me wasn't me though, just the POV the dream happened from. The other me was me, but the person I was in the dream was some blonde chick. Anyway, shit plays out like some bad fucking SyFy channel B-list movie that gets premiered at 2 in the afternoon. There's some Bossk looking lizard man driving a fucking monster truck around just running people the fuck over. It was bretty ridiculous, and quite detailed. So anyway, chick me decides that I have to get somewhere on the other side of this fucking field to stop this cheesy horror film, so chick me grabs actual me and proceeds to run from low point to low point hoping to keep low in the meadow so fucking lizard man don't spot us.
 Anyway, there's bodies and shit everywhere all pancaked and red and half bodied and shit. I think I really did watch too many bad b-list movies as kid. And after a few close scares of almost being spotted, mr. fucking lizard guy finally sees us. Time to fucking run and hope we make it.

Spoiler: we don't.

Chick me falls, and ends up ran over from the waist down, so as the dream's POV I'm now stuck there in horor thinking I'm about to die. Monster truck driving lizard fuck then turns around and makes a pass for the other me, representative me, my own projection inside a dream that I am not myself in. The kid is fucking running with a fear that seamed inhuman on his face. Just before the collision happens, chick me screams, and I myself wake up with a yell.

It was fucking weird then, it's still weird now. I've never had a dream where I wasn't myself since that.

I was that lizard.

You son of a bitch...