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Warning for gore and sex(?). Some of it is essential (?) to the story (?)

I find myself in a dark supermarket with nothing to guide me but the static smell of pure decay in the air and the dim lights coming from the freezers. It's somehow both cold and insanely humid at the same time, or maybe it's just the nerves.

But it no longer matters when I begin to follow the smell of decay. It leads me to the very back isles. I see three people, all wearing tattered and worn clothes like theyve been running for miles. One of them has their leg missing. The wound is raw, I can see the bone, and the skin surrounding it is frayed and loose from the muscle. (his calf is very missing) He's not crying, but I feel his breath against the crown of my head when I take a closer look at his wound. He tries to tell me something but it gets lost in the deep staccato of what sounds like footsteps against gravel.

I peek over the closest window and there it is. A horde of bodies. Alive or undead, it didn't matter, all i knew is that they were on their way and they are fast. I urge the unnamed travellers to get on their feet (foot) as we might not outrun them if we wait but we could if we get a headstart. Their fate is lost to me. I can't remember what happened to them.

I know I ran. The dirt is loud against my shoes and the wind whistles beyond my matted hair. The sky is so gray and so unending. Apparently I ran fast enough to outrun them and stumble across a slither of civilization in the form of a festival. I am exhausted but glad.

Well the happiness quickly fades the deeper I wander into this festival. I see girls in cages, standing on stools with their intestines hanging out. The stools are provided so that their shoes dont get dirty with the sheer amount of blood and piss and shit on the floor. Yes, shit. Yes, it smelled horrible. Some of the girls are dancing provocatively, some of them are getting fucked. The deeper I go the worse it gets. I see boys getting fucked as their arms get butchered from their torso, I see them marked with different cuts of meat. Flank, chuck, rib, its all there. They're all wearing bunny costumes. I'm almost disgusted enough to slip from la la land, but one more attraction catches my eye (girls and boys wearing bunny costumes in cages with cuts of meat labeled on their body accordingly. theyre all being tortured (?) but it seems like they like it)

There's some weird,, contraption at the center of it all, overseeing the nastiest fall of my life that you can't actually see because of how deep it went. The conductor (?) ringmaster (?) the guy who operates the thing asks me to join him, and my stupid ass says yes. he's wearing a reverse bunny costume. He was attractive. A sculpted face, high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, low eyebrows, dark curly hair, a look that tells me he hasn't slept in months, and doesn't want to. His eyes shake with something that tastes as sickeningly sweet as a drug high when i step up to the attraction and the ground is pulled from my feet. Now im suspended in the air. Im strapped vertically with all my limbs apart, and I quickly see where this is going when the man steps up and starts juggling knives. He says something far away. He is going to hit me with those knives until my torso falls into the void. (i then narrowly avoid getting tortured by a man wearing a reverse bunny costume)

I wake up with a film of sweat coating my whole body.

Warning for guts

I find myself on the floor of my first grade class. The walls are supposed to be baby blue and the tile is supposed to be white. Instead the walls are red and the tile is red. Everything is red. When i look up i find the answer; there are red lights hanging on the ceiling. There are bars dividing the room down the middle. When i push myself into a sitting position I find that Im not alone. There are other faceless people in the room with me, and one of them quickly gets me up to speed on the situation. We are being held hostage, but can free ourselves by solving clues. This was an escape room.

I remember a door to the very left of the room. It's painted a bright azure, and theres a small, 5 inch hole in the middle of it, just enough to see through. Pyramid head walks by me. Stares at me for a bit before walking off again. I am made aware of the fact that he's probably the room master.

Me and my teammates eventually escape. When I look back through the peep hole, i see the room. It's no longer red, but the walls have moved from 10 feet away from the door to not there entirely. What remains is a dark yawn of nothing. The tile is yellow and the grout hasnt been cleaned in years. At the center is pyramid head hanging by his arms, his guts on the floor before him in a helpless pile, and I almost feel bad.

I don't look back. I wake up.

I had a dream where I am sitting at the end of space and time. Interpret that however you must, but I'm dangling my feet off the edge of the universe, and superman tells me that to be human is to be afraid. When i ask him what he knew about humanity, considering hes an alien (very mean of me i know) he tells me that humanity is found in the mundane choices we make everyday. To be human is an experience not a label.

I wake up and have a good day.

Im trail biking with someone. They are faceless and their body feels unfamiliar against me, but when i look back at them from my bike, their silhouette spells out something endearing and I realize with a pushing certainty that this is the man i marry.

Me and my lover end up lost in the steep mountains until we find a small town hidden between the trees. There's a river flowing through the center of it and the beige brick buildings are low enough so that you can see the pink sunset without having to crane your neck.

We find a local and she directs us to the nearest exit but warns us about nightfall. It's dangerous, and if we wanted to survive we'd have to either find our way out quick or huddle up somewhere and stay quiet. She guides us to the river and tells us to grab a rock and tie a rope around it as a good luck charm. The locals do it all the time. Me and lover get rocks that form a heart when pushed together.

We find the road that suppo\sedly goes to the exit, but me and lover are too late. By the time we're halfway there, the sky is an expansive void and we find ourselves panicking. We take shelter at the first building we see, a cathedral. We split up to gather supplies and soon find the walls of the cathedral morphing into a maze and seperating us. We yell out to each other to communicatee, but it's barely sufficient. My lovers words get lost in the echo and I find myself cold and alone. Eventually i find my way out without my lover, and direct myself back to the river.

At this point for some reason im very blood and torn, damaged beyond repair for god knows what reason. Everything is still so dark, but I see my lover on the other side of the river with scary accuracy. I will always be near him but I will never be able to touch him again. I could call out to him but I will never be next to him again.

I wake up.

Im sitting under a tree, in the middle of a vast meadow. There's a soft yellow glow over everything, and everything seems soft and fragile. Like im seeing through a scratched pane of glass, like if i breathe wrong something will break and ill cry knowing its my fault.

Someone is next to me peeling oranges. I know the oranges used to be mine but for some reason theyre peeling them for me. Again theyre a faceless mystery man, but I know in my heart im close to this person. In small interlocking limbs and soft breaths, we know. They tell me they knit the fabric of the universe only to lead to this moment. Things are only a coincidence if you choose to see them that way. I love you intentionally. I love you because I do.

I wake up confused.

i had this dream years ago so there are going to be a LOT of missing parts. for context, my church has a grass field to the right of it and then a two story building that houses thes sunday school, office, and kitchen. at the back is a columbarium and garden. to the left is a connecting garden to the columbarium and a clergy.

im at church, rain pelting down hard on the skylight windows. theres a somber gray hue that covers the entire dream like a filter, but the glass stained windows stay vibrant like a warning. im sitting on one of the pews with someone. i dont know who, i cant even see them, but i feel their pressence so violently that its almost nauseating. they beckon me outside and im on the sidewalk outside my church, right next to the field. i make the walk over to the sunday school and i see my classmates gathered around someone playing a guitar. this someone used to be important to me, and i still think of him now. i watched him strum a familiar tune. i dont know if he notices me but i notice the way his fingers shake as he changes notes. everytime. i notice the way his hair falls in front of his eyes, his red knuckles, his eyelashes. its so textbook wattpad that it hurt, but its a good kind of hurt. its almost an ache. i tell this ghost person that i need to leave and find myself in the maze that is the columbarium

its silent and cold, even darker here than it is outside, and i feel every echo of my footsteps vibrate through my bones like a toothache. i dont know what to do, so i find a bench and i cry for a long time. an angel comes up to me. its a gray stone statue, its lips unmoving and eyes hollow. it tells me that i should be very, very afraid. i ask it what that means, and it tells me that it never hated me. i ask again, and it shushes me.

i step out of the columbarium and into the garden in front of the clergy. at this point the sky is dark and the only color left in the world is the sterile green of the grass. i meet this important someone again in the garden and i stretch my fingers out to reach him. the stretch burns, its impossibly slow. it feels like when you try to run in a dream. the angel reappears behind him and covers his eyes. i finally touch him. its too late. hes crying. im crying. i try to apologize but the angel shushes me and tells me its over.

i wake up. i check this important persons instagram just to check if theyre alive. i had this dream at a crossroads in my life, when i was deciding between cutting this person off or staying by their side. i was too mentally ill to take care of even myself and felt my pressence was a burden onto them. i ended up telling them that i dont think i can talk to anyone right now, but they said theyd always be here for me when i need it. at the time of writing this, i havent talked to this person in a year.

i also wanna note that despite me saying it was my church it looked almost nothing like my church. it was different in a way i cant explain but my soul. KNOWS. that im there. the layout was similar but everything looked so wrong. offputting for some reason

i had a dream where me and my family were going to go on another trip into the mountains like we do every year. when we got to our apartell room there were 2 massive adult sized cockroaches near my bed and i almost shat myself. my brother ended up killing it for me tho yahoo

then we went to this mall thats walking distance from where we were staying and i discovered a hobby cafe shop in the basement floor. i asked my mom if we could stop by real quick and she said sure thing. i went inside and immideately bolted for the comics section they had EVERYTHING ive ever wanted. so much superboy, so much green lanter, they even had some spawn comics i was in heaven. then my mom comes up behind me and makes a comic about my spending habits and how buying comics isnt very useful. i get frustrated and just decide to leave to go find my dad.

my mom comes to try and stop me by hugging me from behind, but i elbow her in the stomach and repeatedly hit her in the face to try and pry her off me. when we find my dad she acts like nothing happened. i assume my mom is staying with my dad so i leave to walk off somewhere. my mom tries to follow after me but the wound is still so raw that i ignore her

i get so sad about basically beating up my mom that i wake up. that was so out of character for me