imma talk about a dream that pissed me off last night.

imma start by describing the place I lived in, it was this weird facility with a million beds, packed side to side but not in bunks, it looked downright surreal. and for some reason some organization was housing people there.

and it was still clean, very clean. except for this one room, or hallway rather, where they were ( yes just one in a place FULL of people..) forcing one kid had to clean it all up, i guess he… got in trouble.. but hes a kid so thats not fair, whatever he did he clearly deserved some grace and he was clearly upset about the task he ‘had’ to do, and that pissed me the fuck off so i immediately started to help him and some man had the audacity to get mad at me, the dumbass was laying down in a bed and looked around 25 and he didnt even have the nerve to get up and help out, or even look me in the eye, he just punished the kid for whatever he did and layed there like a lazy shithead.

he very rudely interrupted the conversation i was having with the kid (which was about some niche ass topic i dont even remember but it was awesome)

and he was on some “i asked you to clean not clean here” and we immediately started to argue but i didnt even yell or anything i just had a calm demeaner about it all but the guy just kept interrupting me and he didn’t even allow me to articulate my point or reasoning at all and he was being very rude about it all, and i tried and tired so many times to explain myself but i couldnt even complete my damn sentence before he would just say the same shit agian and agian, i wish i could remember what was said exactly but you know how dreams are.

i look at the kid, he looks just as confused as me.
i look back at the guy,
i tried to explain myself one more time, got interrupted by getting yelled at.

immediately woke up by yelling “SHUT THE FUCK UP” at at the top of my lungs and got staff knocking on my door asking if I was okay.

guess i got that dumbass to shut up but man i feel bad for that kid, even if it wasn’t real I really wish i could’ve helped him more.

i do work with alot of kids at my school, especially in E-Sports so i guess thats where that came from. but i dont know why he was in trouble.

very different from my usual dreams, but significant enough for me to remember, and IT STILL PISSES ME OFF.

DreamLogs Continued

Let’s get right into the weird-sauce.

The dream I just had was, truly… Something. it started off with the whole world being abandoned due to some apocalypse, like LITTERALLY NOBODY AROUND, and it was a free roam dream? So you know what the first thing I did? Go to f* walmart and eat as much food as I can, but I somehow rode a go-kart on the way there picking up random objects like it and throwing them just to see what would happen, was genuinely fun.

Things started to get weird once I got in the big store though, and what do you think the first thing I did was? Hmm? Well, the thing I’ve always wanted to do EAT AS MUCH FUCKING FOOD AS I POSSIBLY CAN!! MAN I, I WAS PIGGING OUT MAN. cart full of pure gluttony and I swear to God it all tasted so real ohhhhhhhh

But we’re forgetting that these are my dreams , and if you don’t know my dreams always have to have some sort of psychological horror attached to them.
That said for some reason something told me to check out the managers office, and, I immediately got hit with this sense of pure fear and dread. There was this, woman-thing behind some f*** curtain with one side of its face poking out the side of it with an overly, horrifically, detailed eye on some “hey handsome” bullshit, so you know what I did?

I picked up a pickle jar and BASHED IT TO FUCKING DEATH, NEVER HAVE I EVER BEEN ALLOWED TO DO THAT. I guess I got so sick of the horror bullshit that I litterally had enough, I mean- I had freedom! And your telling me some courage the cowardly dog ass thing is going to suddenly ruin it? FUCK NO! FUCK YOU BITCH
I litterally let out all my anger with those pickle jar strikes, I didn’t even look at whatever the fuck this thing was I just killed it instantly.

That seriously does baffle me though… Because does that mean I could have done that this whole time? My nightmares were a choice??
Hehe… *Doom music*

Jokes aside that had to be the most refreshing thing I have ever done in a dream. I hated it’s voice and the way it tired to talk to me. I don’t think I’ll be seeing that fucker ever again. (GOOD RIDDANCE)

hope I sent it to hell.

Although I shortly woke up after, which made me sad. Because I wanted to eat more food. DAMNIT MAN. but atleast I got to pervent it from turning into some nightmare bullshit, and the funny thing is I don’t even like pickles I don’t know why that was near me or why it was so effective as a weapon but it just worked.

TL;DR I had a semi-lucid dream where I was the only human on earth and I decided to steal as much food from a grocery store as possible and I killed a nightmare creature (with a pickle jar) in the process because it pissed me off and I was tired of all the freaky deeky hubbada-bing bingity BULLSHIT.

IT DESERVED EVERY STRIKE FROM THAT DAMN PICKLE JAR I SWEAR IM SO SICK OF MY DREAMS TESTING ME. NAH IM GOING TO ATTACH A DOOM SONG TO THIS POST AS A WARNING TO ANY OTHER CREATURES THAT MAY RESIDE IN MY HEAD TO LEAVE MEE ALONE!! or you get PICKLED
100%, 1000%, DESERVED. and was probably the most SATISFYING thing I think I’ve EVER done in a dream.

Posting this pretty early, so uh good morning lol.
(This counts as a streak saver for NFN, still stuck at 3 days :0 )

Mick Gordon - BFG DIVISION 2020

(headphones warning ⚠️)



¨this world is strange¨ i ask to myself, out loud. then, something replied: ¨i know innit?¨ , a disembodied voice? no, no… a… creature? yes…a rock. with a fine and dandy top hat, dressed finely- with a tie.

¨what?¨ i ask the gentlemen.
¨it is a strange world. innit?¨
¨yes, yes it is¨

and then, a strange man came around, he never spoke, and you could never see his skin- just a dark bottomless and cold pit of sorrow and despair, he loomed quietly, dressed in his stained and worn out suit- looking as if he had came right out of an office specifically in 1962… for some reason.

¨strange fellow¨ said the gentlemen from earlier

and The Voidman simply nodded in agreement, seemingly hinting he is aware of the awkward stillness that comes with his presence.

but then, the lights shut off.
and then i wake up, not at home, no, rather. in a field… right next to a river? no… on top of a sky scraper? yes! the air… its so thin but also… fresh,
Voidman greets me, simply starting at me with his cold, dead, eyes.
eyes of which you could only describe as from being from some autopsy or have being exposed to some great unimaginable trauma…. what happed to you? Mr Voidman?

i walk closer, but then… then i feel something odd, my skin… no, my muscles… are now yarn.
i am falling apart at the seams, as i get closer and closer i become more and more detangled, strings caught in the foliage- bones soon exposed… and before i knew it- i had detached my forearm… string from the bone. like one of those videos you see of that old guy with the fucking ribs… damn, i look tasty.

what an odd dream

just woke up.

time to start wasting my fucking life again. I guess.

it was an estranged hour, one that felt like it didn\’t exist, in the backwater swamps of Florida lied someone who got lost… and something unnatural lies in these waters, something quick, something… That you perhaps would be more comfortable with knowing not about its existence at all.

It watched from afar, with the glistening eyes of a coyote, blending in with the other wildlife… Or trying to… If the animal\’s didn\’t avoid it that is

and everything went quiet, not a cricket, not a chip, not even a gust of wind, all but a clicking sound…
This clicking sound? What is this clicking sound…

Its sounds… Like stones? No no… It\’s also metallic… the noise, it gets louder, you hear pressure, loud pressure, is there something chewing on something?

You swear you kept seeing a pair of tall bunny ears distantly in the brushes, but you wrote it off as you seeing things, and just wanted to get back home.

Little did you know,
home was the least of your concerns,
no one will believe you.

and *it*, knows.

Okay holy schleebel I just slept all damn day, accidentally. And.
(you will not sleep if you have an active imagination, save for later, no images here though if that helps)

I don\’t know. you know that sound footage from older cameras make? That CRT kinda sound? that was the ambiance, as if a perpetual noise straight from my eardrums (obnoxiously loud).

And, it was a \”casual\” day, except it was a place I had never lived in before, thin ass apartment, and there was this dog, a nice looking golden retriever.

Things just didn\’t look right though…. I mean there\’s already a brain splitting noise going on so of course the environment is also fucked. But anyways… I go to the kitchen, open the fridge, and then turn back to the damn doorway and I swear.
(might wanna stop reading)

That CRT sound? Stops, completely, and I see this dog, standing up perfectly at the same height as me with the most sunken, depressed, eyes I have ever seen on a creature, eyes that asked for an answer to a question i didn\’t know…
And I don\’t know how long I stood there, but the dream didn\’t just end,

Something in me felt… Bad for the.. \”dog\” I don\’t know but something about its expression gave off just… Pure suffering,
It\’s as if I could almost hear it talking to me. Like
\”Help, me. Get me, out. Help. ME.\”

i didn\’t even fucking react when I woke up, kinda felt like I just switched games or some shit lmao just stated existed didn\’t even question the experience I was having just a few minutes ago,
Shit so scary I just logged out.

For me it\’s 12. I\’m going to post this, sorry! THE WARNING IS FOR A REASON! be thankful there\’s no sketch!!!
i fucking hate my brain, I\’ve never even owned a retriever.

Been pondering on if I should make the first post late at night, don’t want to disturb anyone.
But,
I really want to talk about this, so I’ll start off light, trigger warning anyway if you have an imagination that disturbs you (like mine).

There’s this entity that often visits me, I call him Voidman, he is very vivid, he consists of a pure shadow dressed in a stained worn out 1970s suit that has the distinct smell of slightly expired ketchup (don’t ask why i remember that), he always carries around this broken briefcase that I swear is just half a briefcase I don’t know.

That’s not even the most memorable part of his presence, no, it’s the eyes , the best way I can describe it is that he has these bloated eyes almost as if they’re about to pop, and the eyes are so sharp too, it’s like if a corpse just stood up and stared DEAD into your soul.

He’s always there in my dreams in one way or another, usually before I wake up.
He used to scare me, but he’s more tame compared to some of the more borderline insane things I will mention later sometime, not to downplay the psychological warfare this fucker plays on me though… Here’s a more tame sketch of what he would look like, I don’t think i could ever render what he actually looks like it’s just too vivid and in detail. I could never do it justice.
(I made up a scenario for this drawing too lol did a senderman filter and everything, forgot to stain his suit though he looks too clean, this image is outdated tho lol)