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.