My brother was gone and a tombstone was in his place. When I walked around the lake the closer I got to the tree the more it rained and when I made it my brother, he was gone and instead was his headstone. No blood and gore, no clowns or falling just loss. The familiar mushroom cloud of a nuke rose out at the sea horizon and the first shockwave scorched the land.
Loved ones and family too. The familiar mushroom cloud of a nuke rose out at the sea horizon and the first shockwave scorched the land but we were unharmed. And all turned white. All of a sudden, a giant monstrous hand jumped out, grabbed the boy, and took him in to the lake. The dream was in the third point of view. There was a family, a mother, and two children, a five-year-old boy and a teenage girl. The boy started walking towards the lake and looking into it, everyone else was unaware of the boy.
The dream skipped to a what seemed to be a video recording in someplace very dark. The dream skipped to the boy inside a cave next to a dark figure snarling. I was running across a frozen-over ocean filled with human corpses.
I suddenly heard a blood-curdling shriek, turned around, and found myself face to face with a skeletal, flaming llama. It walked slowly up to me somehow not melting the ice around it , and then whispered in my ear a single sentence: Tiny holes would start appearing in my face until I looked like a honeycomb.
I knew I was dying and there was nothing anyone could do for me. I had it before I ever heard the word. I was getting chased up hundreds of flights of stairs by a giant axe-wielding man. Finally got cornered on the top floor and I woke myself up with my real-life screams as the axe murderer approached. Across the room is a huge double door with a red light flashing above it.
I have no place to go, other than to jump into the fog so all I do is scream. Eventually I wake up. His brain fell out of his head like an egg yolk and started sizzling on the heater. I dropped the baby onto the baseboard heater and his head broke open on the metal edge.
I woke up screaming and crying, and have had issues with holding babies ever since. I turn back to see my house explode as a meteor hits it. I started cooking a baby, and it was all cut up. And then its head started screaming. And then its head started screaming, and the baby, as I was still without a care in the world, cooking it, started to reassemble.
The thing crawled out of the oven and bit off my throat and I bled out, and then woke up. There were ruins of a city, and among the ruins were piles and piles of dead bodies were maybe at least , bodies per pile. I distinctly remember hearing them chew them down, bones breaking their mouths and swallowing the pieces—and a very distinct creepy music playing though it all. Looking back on it now it just seems weird, but it felt downright terrifying witnessing it.
I have bad dreams sometimes but I forget them. Never forgot that one though. I turned page after page of dead babies until I found her, laying there blue and cold. She was an infant at the time, and I was her caretaker.
In the dream, she had died. For some reason, dead babies were kept in a sort of book. I picked her up in my arms and took her to a pool of water. I think I was going to bury her there. So there I was, carrying my dead niece in my arms to her final resting place, after having seen many other dead infants… It was horrendous, not just because all the babies were dead, but because she was dead and I loved her so immensely and I woke up with the strongest grief I have ever experienced.
With every slice of my wrist, no blood comes out. So hot guy wins my heart. Turns out to be the Devil. He tells me to look down and as I do I see myself as 8 months pregnant. I start crying because this dream is very realistic and I believe it all to be truth. The date he will be born is August I woke up in the middle of the night in cold sweat and looked up to see a gargoyle-like demon hanging from my fan. It had blood red eyes and I could see its fleshy wings.
It just hung there staring at me, and I was shitting bricks, unable to move. I see someone holding an axe, hacking up my dad. Everything is extremely bleak and foggy think Silent Hill. The house has a garage on the left side, and the door is open to it. I see shadows on one side of the garage wall. I start crying hysterically, and ride my tricycle into the fog. The road seems to go on forever in all directions, and I hear the voice and feet coming closer.
I woke up screaming for my dad. The walls started closing in and squeezing me. First, it started with me being in a… well, strange place. There were no walls, no ceiling, no sky, just the floor and a few randomly colored balls. Then the balls grew and grew and grew. They kept squeezing me. Then they got smaller back, I was relieved. What happened next was that my body parts started growing out of control for example, only my arm started growing, making me feel scared and getting back to the normal state.
In my dream, I suddenly woke up on the couch where I was originally sleeping. I stood up and went to the front door and locked them. The walls started closing in and squeezing me, activating my claustrophobia. Next thing, I woke up, sweaty as fuck. I almost ran to the bathroom, looked at myself in the mirror, breathing as these were my last few breaths in my life, saying out loud to myself: This was a dream. Once before in my life, I had an almost-death-experience and what I felt back then, I also felt when I woke up, up until I realized that this was all a dream.