So I've had some dreams recently that kind of startled me. Okay, to be honest, I woke up freaking the hell out and needed my girlfriend to calm me
The First Dream - About 3 years ago
I started out in the middle of a street, in a neighborhood that felt very familiar but looked different than any I had ever seen. I believe I was
walking with a friend when I saw a guy walking two huge dogs. The dogs stared us down, and then went on the merry way. Next I get a call from a girl
(she was the best friend of a girl I had dated for 3 years and split up with almost a year before the dream) saying, "Hey, it's about Kim...." She
said no more than that, and I got this huge feeling of dread, like I knew that she had committed suicide. I asked why and didn't get a response.
Directly after this my friend and I run into a house, on our right, that we were walking past. The house felt old. The exterior was white with black
trim, and while not being dilapidated, wasn't in the best shape. The inside was dusty, wood floors, ugly wall decor. You could see the beams of light
coming in through big windows and little particles floating around. To my left, sitting on the floor underneath a window, was an acquaintance (whom I
met through my best friend's girlfriend) that I have hung out and jammed some guitar with. He was sobbing and couldn't speak entirely clear. He
said, "I'm so sorry. I.. tried...to...shoot Kim." I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him close, completely disregarding the fact that he carries
a .45 and could have easily blown my head off, and said, "Why!? You're lucky I don't murder you!" I let him fall back to the floor to weep. I then
turned to my right and walked into the next room where another friend of mine (who I hadn't seen in a year before the dream) was sitting on a black
couch. He looked over at me and smiled and said, "Hey man!" in the accent of his that was a mash-up of southern and mid-west Iowan that I always
found cool. Then, as if she was there the whole time, an absolutely BEAUTIFUL woman appeared to his left. Long golden hair, wearing all white, and
almost radiating luminosity. She smiles and holds out her hand to him to help him stand from the couch. I blinked. In the time it took to re-moisten
my eyes, the couch had become a metal table, which my friend was now strapped to by his wrists and ankles, and she gained a very, VERY oppressive and
dark quality about her. Her face went from warm, inviting, to grotesque and evil. Her teeth became sharp, her hair no longer straight, but almost
statically charged, sticking out in some places. And the area just under her eyes became black. And it wasn't from lack of rest. As soon as I start
to become frightened and I hear my friend cry out for help, she says, "Would you like to see what we are capable of?" And with that, a mass of
purple tentacles come out from underneath her dress and she sodomizes my friend. The tentacles were controllable, she could make them thin and thicken
them at any point in their length. After a fraction of a second of her brutally molesting my friend he begins to scream in agony. In that moment, with
a flash of sick humor in her face, she rips him apart from the inside out. Almost like he had a bomb in his stomach. He wasn't ripped in two, but
shredded. Just recalling the image disturbs me. I woke up immediately after that, during her laughing spell, screaming. It took me two hours to stop
crying and shaking.
Dream Two - About 3 Months Ago
It started with me in a mansion. I couldn't see a lot outside of the "living room" that I was in, but just from the elaborate decor and overall
feeling of the massiveness of this property I could tell I was somewhere that was owned by people with power. There were I think 5 other people in
this room with me, and they all seemed to be on edge. Anxious. Their faces were wrought with worry and fear. I seemed to be the only one who was
relatively calm. Someone came into the room and said, "Come with me, I have something to show you." So we all stand and follow this person into the
next room, which was separated by a big entry way with no door. The room was dark and you couldn't see much past the few feet of light penetration
from the previous room. Only outlines of what looked like dining room furniture that was never used. To the right, against the wall, was a protruding
door sticking off of the wall at a 90* angle. It looked like a random closet that was built off the wall instead of into it. The door was opened and
we were instructed to descend the stairs contained in the hallway first. I think I was the second or third in line. Once the last person was in the
door was slammed shut and locked. We all reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed we were standing in a cellar, shin-deep in water. The walls were
concrete block, portions of which were covered in some sort of algae that didn't seem to be of this world. It had a luminescent quality about it that
made it possible to see, albeit very difficult. The room that we were in was the "middle" room. Two others almost exactly like it, but completely
dark, stood with open entrances at either end. As I was about to enter the right-most room, but inspecting from within the light, a very unnerving
voice came through what I believed at first to be an intercom system. It wasn't until halfway through it's statement that I realized it wasn't an
intercom, but was being placed directly into our minds. A few people immediately began to cry at the sound of it, others doubled over in shock and
fear. I remember having the urge to lash out and destroy whatever it was that was doing this to us, and also to subside into obscurity and hide with
the ones I care about. The voice said something like, "This is the equivalent of your garbage disposals. I have lived in something like this for many
years. You should be terrified." The voice was so deep, so unearthly, so unnerving.
The next thing I know, I'm standing outside of the house, in between two layers of security fencing with barbed wire at the top. The ground was the
sandy-gold color of very dry dirt with no traces of any clay composition or plant life. There were men everywhere dressed like secret service men.
Solid black suits, black shades, and ear pieces. The man standing with his back to me on the inner-most side of the fence didn't seem to know I was
there. I reached through the fence and grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him to face me. I was shocked beyond belief to see that it was my
ex-stepfather of 8 years. Our dialog is as follows :
Me: "You tell me what the f**k is going on right now! Who are these people? What do they want"
Him : "You don't want to know. And you couldn't handle it if I told you."
Me: (pulling a gun from my waist that I didn't know I had and pointing it at his head) "If you don't tell me right f**king now, I swear to God
I'll blow your head off."
Him: (glancing behind my left shoulder and nodding in the direction of my now-present girlfriend) "If you want to save her, you'll put that away and
stop asking these questions."
I let go of him, realizing that I couldn't do anything to stop these things from happening and returned to my girlfriend. I told her that we had to
get far away. Then I woke up.
I actually woke up once right after the voice in the basement, but figured that I would leave it out until now so as to not get confused in the chain
Final dream in next post.