Posted on: 2014-05-17 by White-wolf

Last night, I was in my living room holding a dark book and it flew out of my hand as something whispered "he's angry." After a slam, I woke up quick then passed out again. I had a dream I was in a Jack in the box and weird music was playing. It was in a room where this woman was killing everyone one by one and I acted like I was gonna make a sandwich, grabbed a knife, and went to stab her on the ground. Someone opened the jack in the box before I could and I flew out and hit a wall. I landed on the ground again and looked beside me in a corner where a girl was crying. I asked if she was okay and she turned around and stared at me for a bit then her face started morphing into mine and my nose started bleeding and she grinned and I fell to the ground, then I saw everything from her perspective like I turned into her. My vision was like green and I got this sudden urge to destroy stuff. I looked at my other dead body and I jumped onto a rope and out a window and landed on this woman and started tearing her apart, then I heard a man yell from behind me. I turned around to see him throwing a mirror towards me. I looked.. So hideous. I jumped through the mirror, breaking it, and went to attack him. He started yelling at me in some weird language then his voice got deeper and he started turning smokey. I jumped off of him and ran and a bunch of black smoke piled out of buildings around me and I started hearing laughter. Another me walked through the smoke and came up to me yelling "THIS ISNT YOU! ITS JUST A DREAM!! WAKE UP AND YOU'LL BE FINE!" But for some reason I didn't recognize myself and so I attacked myself and like took over my own body and somehow ripped open my ribs and climbed into myself and then I became that one and realized it was a dream and I was like well crap I gotta wake up. Usually in my dreams I either get excited or close my eyes to wake up. I guess I was so asleep that it didn't work to close my eyes. As the smoke closed around me, I closed my eyes and imagined myself waking up. When I opened my eyes, there was a black figure standing in front of me and it whispered "It's never a dream" And I fell back and got dragged back to a wall and as I flew back I tried again and when I hit the wall my eyes shot open in my dream again and it whispered "you tell yourself were nothing but dreams, but not everything is quite as it seems. You try and try to awake your slumbering frame, but in the end you're just a toy for our never ending game." As it got closer to me and when it was in front of me, I got dropped from the wall and appeared in a cemetery. I lifted my face from the grass and stared at my hands. They started cracking and getting covered in blood by my nose bleeding. I looked up and all I saw was tombstones. At this point, my mind switched to another dream or something because I forgot it was a dream again. I looked around at each stone seeing symbols, no names, but the symbols still gave me a sense of sadness like they meant something to me. I started getting up but a crow began to attack me. It got right up in my face and I got so mad that I grabbed it with its head in one hand, it's body in the other, and I twisted so it's head snapped then I pulled it apart and threw it on the ground. I felt horrible that I did it as I brushed feathers and blood off my hand and looked at the head. It's eye opened and I jumped up and ran. The cemetery got foggier and foggier as I hurdled over tombstones and dodged some trees. Then a reoccurrence of one of my old dreams happened. The cemetery became a forest. I was running as fast as I can because if I looked back, there was a giant smokey hand chasing me. I stopped in a patch where there were no trees because the ground in front of me began to split. 2 shadow people began coming out. One hovering that was cloaked. One stick type man with white eyes crawling out. They continuously whispered "come with us" before I could run again, the smoky hand enclosed me. All I heard was my heartbeat. Usually it's supposed to sound like a lullaby trying to envelop fears. All mine was was a broken record. The hand lifted me from the ground and began yelling to me something about my blood and the forest. The forest ground began to crumble, and as I looked up, it was also falling from the sky simultaneously. The hand dropped me and I fell through the ground and before I could look up, my eyes closed on their own and I got a sudden back pain IMD