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2015 Apr 8 at 20:29 UTC
Dream Time in General
Yeah, that's definitely something I thought of too.
2015 Apr 7 at 05:11 UTC
Dream Time in General
I know right? I felt a little morbid and just plain wrong when I was writing this. That last part was so real and the screams are fresh in my head. I could see and hear her so clearly and whenever I think of those kids I want to cry. I still can't get over it. It started out like a dream and felt like a dream, but then felt so real. I just get this horrible feeling. You know the feeling that you get after seeing real death? That's what it feels like.
2015 Apr 5 at 00:54 UTC
Dream Time in General
Here's a little thing I wrote about a nightmare that I couldn't get out of my head. I made it a wile ago but forgot about it until now. Enjoy, or don't.
Nathan Jenkins
2 – 25 – 15
That Nightmare
How bad are your nightmares? What are they about? Gore, isolation, small places, monsters… there are many horrifying categories. Well I’ll bet you they’re not like this. If you aren’t good with gory thoughts then for the love of god don’t read this. Got it? Good. Then let’s begin. Yesterday night I had nightmare, but this was like nothing like I had seen or even thought up before. It looked like I was watching through a medium quality cam - quarter. It took place in a school, but it was not mine. I remember four scenes, one person in each. All of them were kids about 13 -15. They were wearing blue school uniforms. I will now tell you how it started. Earlier that day I had watched a popular youtuber talk about how people that knew who he was walked up to him and talked to him and gave him presents and letters. He talked about how he was honored to receive that kind of treatment. Well, I dreamed about that video and then stopped seeing it. If I saw anything at all after the video cut out I don’t remember it. But I do remember a girl starting to talk, like she was narrating a letter to that person. She talked about how much she liked to watch him on YouTube for a while. It was actually kind of touching. And then everything went wrong.
The girl’s voice doubled like two or three people reading from the same script. I started seeing empty classrooms through that cam – quarter view I was talking about. At first I felt suspicion and confusion about what I was seeing as the “screen” flipped through cameras in different classrooms, and then I felt undeniable, crippling fear for no reason. Then I saw her. The “screen” flipped to a camera in a classroom with no people in it, except for a single girl writing on a piece of paper. I immediately assumed this was the girl writing the letter and I was hearing her say it in her head as she wrote it. The voices were still talking. Then a long hanging light directly above her head silently came off its wires and started floating down very, very slowly even though it was still turned on. I didn’t hear it unbolt, but I noticed it alright, and so did the girl. As soon as she somehow realized the light was moving the voices stopped immediately and the girl looked up in surprise. The light just floated there as she examined it. Even though it was at least a yard and a half above her she slowly reached up towards it. She didn’t reach it of course but her hand just hung there for a few moments as if she was reaching out to a lover, wanting them to hold her hand in theirs. Suddenly the light shot down so fast I didn’t see it until it landed on her head so hard it broke the chair and her body fell to the ground. The light smashed strait though the desk and hit her body. I heard the crack of bones and looked at her head, wondering why she was just laying there. I didn’t see any blood on the ground, so it didn’t smash her brain. I then realized that the impact must have snapped her neck and had killed her instantly. As whatever was controlling the light continued to attempt to crush her body more and I assumed to draw blood, the “screen” switched to a different camera, as if bored with the carnage.
The camera I was now looking out of was in another empty classroom, but was in a different place, somewhere in the front of the room, possibly behind the teacher’s desk. I had no idea if this was at a different time or just after I watched the first horrifying event. Before I had a chance to think about what I had just witnessed, a boy in the hall outside the room walked by the open door, completely unaware of what was about to happen. I was still feeling more scared than I had felt in the entirety of the nearly fifteen years of my life. Everything was completely silent, even the boy’s footsteps. At least that is until the head of a small lamp flew across the room quite fast and relocated the boy’s brain and skull. There was a lot less blood on the wall than I would expect. The boy was, of course, completely limp and had a blood splattered hole in his head. As I watched these events I wasn’t even thinking anything, just watching, unable to do anything, I couldn’t even blink. I wondered if I even had a body. These thoughts didn’t help with the fear. All of this crossed my mind in a few milliseconds as the “screen” switched to a different camera.
The camera I was now looking out of was in a classroom similar to the first. It was in relatively in the same position but looking in a different direction: straight ahead to the front of the room. It was also empty until a person walked in (I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl) and strolled to the front of the classroom behind the teacher’s desk. The “screen” flipped to a closer camera to get a better look at them as something small flew towards them and hit them in the back of the knee. They fell to a quick kneel in shock and pain and confusion just before the teacher’s desk flew at them with no warning, slammed into them and pressed them to the wall rather hard, keeping them pinned down. They suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of what I now assume to be either pain or fear. They sat there for a full second screaming until the head of the projector camera shot at bullet speed at the kid’s head and suddenly replaced what used to be their brain. They went limp, letting their head lay in a mixture of blood and brain. The “screen” didn’t switch but looked at this scene for a few moments, as if whoever was controlling it was contemplating something over this image, but then brushed it off and switched to the next camera.
Now I must warn you that this one is the worst. It’s the most brutal thing I’ve ever born witness to. I advise that you skip this paragraph, even if you aren’t bothered by this kind of stuff. But that’s up to you. If you wish to continue reading then brace yourself. This scene looked just like the first one I saw but was slightly closer to the desk that the first girl would have been in. but it was a different girl this time. I believe she had two ponytails on the back corners of her head and appeared slightly younger than the first girl. She didn’t seem to be doing anything, just sitting there. I waited filled with more fear than ever, like I subconsciously knew what would happen. I sat there feeling the suspense, longing to just get it over with, but what I had guessed was far from what I was about to see. I didn’t have to wait long. Her head and shoulders slammed down on the top of the desk with a loud BLAM and I heard her cry of surprise. Whatever was holding her proceeded to push down on her so hard the desk cracked in half and she landed on the ground face down. She shrieked as it picked her up, turned her around and threw her back down again so she was face up and I could see her face. It showed nothing but fear. Then the most brutal thing I’ve ever seen took place right in front of me. She started screaming so I assumed that the unknown force was crushing her, but it was much more than that. She screamed louder and more intensely as her body started to shrink a little bit, and then her innards suddenly became her outards as everything from her neck down started to empty onto the floor through her sides and stomach. This continued until her body looked like a deflated balloon. This force, this thing wasn’t doing anything to her head, somehow keeping her alive so she would continue to scream in pain and beg for her life. “HELP ME!!!” *CRUNCH* “PLEASE, NO…STOP!!!” *SPLAT*. My view faded out of the static and blur of the camera and made it look like I was seeing it with my own eyes. The thing that was doing this stopped and waited a few seconds as tears streamed down her face while she lay in a big puddle of blood, organs and shattered fragments of bone. I forced myself to look at her face and saw hopelessness. She had given up hope of getting out alive, now she just wanted it to end, and the force obliged with one last, brutal, horrifying act. Then it hit me. This thing’s goal wasn’t to kill her. It wanted to make her suffer. That’s why it seemed unsatisfied with the earlier fatalities, why it was keeping her alive. The pieces of her broken desk suddenly shattered into tiny shards – each about the size of my pinky and ring finger side – by – side – and started to float around her. They all slowly pointed toward her and shot into her deflated body. She screamed the most painful scream I have ever heard, and I had no idea how she was still alive but it clearly wasn’t an accident. The shards of sharp wood and metal filled up her body again by forcing themselves through what was left of her skin. This removed the last of her torso’s flesh and left nothing but bare muscle, bones, and holes. She screamed and screamed and screamed in pain and horror. I got a close up of her face when her eyes shot as open as they could go and she let out one last scream as (I suspected) the shards started to slide up her neck and towards her skull; but they were slow, as if enjoying every moment of it. Finally, a small piece of consciousness slipped into my brain and I wanted to help her. I was just about to do something – ANYTHING at all, weather it was move or shriek or look away, I was going to do something. And then everything went black.
For a millisecond it was total darkness, and then, in simple white text, a single word appeared: THYE’S. It flashed for a split second and then my eyes snapped open. I sat there for a few seconds, unable to move. My brain didn’t do anything for a short time, I wasn’t even thinking, just staring at the roof. And then I sat up and slammed my fist on the light switch. I looked around franticly for any floating objects, still disoriented by the pure fear that filled every atom of DNA in my body. I checked the clock; three or four in the morning. After that I had to force myself to stay awake, no matter how tired I was. I really don’t know if those images will ever leave my thoughts for good. Those screams, those terrified faces. It won’t seem as bad when I write this, but you didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t hear what I heard. But there are still mysteries about this nightmare. What does THYE’S mean? Is THYE a person? Probably that invisible thing that killed those kids. I don’t know for sure, but I do know this… I’m totally messed up in the head. No sane human has that in their brain. But at least I feel pity for those children. They didn’t even see it coming. Pray that you never learn what lies in the darkest corners of your mind, because I didn’t write three pages of gore for fun. I really had this nightmare and I feel like it means something, but that’s for another time. Now it’s time for me to go try again to get some sleep. I hope that you got something out of this unless it was pleasure, because if that’s the case then you need to see someone. I would like to thank you for taking the time off your hands to read this. Sweet dreams.
Nathan Jenkins
2 – 25 – 15
That Nightmare
How bad are your nightmares? What are they about? Gore, isolation, small places, monsters… there are many horrifying categories. Well I’ll bet you they’re not like this. If you aren’t good with gory thoughts then for the love of god don’t read this. Got it? Good. Then let’s begin. Yesterday night I had nightmare, but this was like nothing like I had seen or even thought up before. It looked like I was watching through a medium quality cam - quarter. It took place in a school, but it was not mine. I remember four scenes, one person in each. All of them were kids about 13 -15. They were wearing blue school uniforms. I will now tell you how it started. Earlier that day I had watched a popular youtuber talk about how people that knew who he was walked up to him and talked to him and gave him presents and letters. He talked about how he was honored to receive that kind of treatment. Well, I dreamed about that video and then stopped seeing it. If I saw anything at all after the video cut out I don’t remember it. But I do remember a girl starting to talk, like she was narrating a letter to that person. She talked about how much she liked to watch him on YouTube for a while. It was actually kind of touching. And then everything went wrong.
The girl’s voice doubled like two or three people reading from the same script. I started seeing empty classrooms through that cam – quarter view I was talking about. At first I felt suspicion and confusion about what I was seeing as the “screen” flipped through cameras in different classrooms, and then I felt undeniable, crippling fear for no reason. Then I saw her. The “screen” flipped to a camera in a classroom with no people in it, except for a single girl writing on a piece of paper. I immediately assumed this was the girl writing the letter and I was hearing her say it in her head as she wrote it. The voices were still talking. Then a long hanging light directly above her head silently came off its wires and started floating down very, very slowly even though it was still turned on. I didn’t hear it unbolt, but I noticed it alright, and so did the girl. As soon as she somehow realized the light was moving the voices stopped immediately and the girl looked up in surprise. The light just floated there as she examined it. Even though it was at least a yard and a half above her she slowly reached up towards it. She didn’t reach it of course but her hand just hung there for a few moments as if she was reaching out to a lover, wanting them to hold her hand in theirs. Suddenly the light shot down so fast I didn’t see it until it landed on her head so hard it broke the chair and her body fell to the ground. The light smashed strait though the desk and hit her body. I heard the crack of bones and looked at her head, wondering why she was just laying there. I didn’t see any blood on the ground, so it didn’t smash her brain. I then realized that the impact must have snapped her neck and had killed her instantly. As whatever was controlling the light continued to attempt to crush her body more and I assumed to draw blood, the “screen” switched to a different camera, as if bored with the carnage.
The camera I was now looking out of was in another empty classroom, but was in a different place, somewhere in the front of the room, possibly behind the teacher’s desk. I had no idea if this was at a different time or just after I watched the first horrifying event. Before I had a chance to think about what I had just witnessed, a boy in the hall outside the room walked by the open door, completely unaware of what was about to happen. I was still feeling more scared than I had felt in the entirety of the nearly fifteen years of my life. Everything was completely silent, even the boy’s footsteps. At least that is until the head of a small lamp flew across the room quite fast and relocated the boy’s brain and skull. There was a lot less blood on the wall than I would expect. The boy was, of course, completely limp and had a blood splattered hole in his head. As I watched these events I wasn’t even thinking anything, just watching, unable to do anything, I couldn’t even blink. I wondered if I even had a body. These thoughts didn’t help with the fear. All of this crossed my mind in a few milliseconds as the “screen” switched to a different camera.
The camera I was now looking out of was in a classroom similar to the first. It was in relatively in the same position but looking in a different direction: straight ahead to the front of the room. It was also empty until a person walked in (I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl) and strolled to the front of the classroom behind the teacher’s desk. The “screen” flipped to a closer camera to get a better look at them as something small flew towards them and hit them in the back of the knee. They fell to a quick kneel in shock and pain and confusion just before the teacher’s desk flew at them with no warning, slammed into them and pressed them to the wall rather hard, keeping them pinned down. They suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of what I now assume to be either pain or fear. They sat there for a full second screaming until the head of the projector camera shot at bullet speed at the kid’s head and suddenly replaced what used to be their brain. They went limp, letting their head lay in a mixture of blood and brain. The “screen” didn’t switch but looked at this scene for a few moments, as if whoever was controlling it was contemplating something over this image, but then brushed it off and switched to the next camera.
Now I must warn you that this one is the worst. It’s the most brutal thing I’ve ever born witness to. I advise that you skip this paragraph, even if you aren’t bothered by this kind of stuff. But that’s up to you. If you wish to continue reading then brace yourself. This scene looked just like the first one I saw but was slightly closer to the desk that the first girl would have been in. but it was a different girl this time. I believe she had two ponytails on the back corners of her head and appeared slightly younger than the first girl. She didn’t seem to be doing anything, just sitting there. I waited filled with more fear than ever, like I subconsciously knew what would happen. I sat there feeling the suspense, longing to just get it over with, but what I had guessed was far from what I was about to see. I didn’t have to wait long. Her head and shoulders slammed down on the top of the desk with a loud BLAM and I heard her cry of surprise. Whatever was holding her proceeded to push down on her so hard the desk cracked in half and she landed on the ground face down. She shrieked as it picked her up, turned her around and threw her back down again so she was face up and I could see her face. It showed nothing but fear. Then the most brutal thing I’ve ever seen took place right in front of me. She started screaming so I assumed that the unknown force was crushing her, but it was much more than that. She screamed louder and more intensely as her body started to shrink a little bit, and then her innards suddenly became her outards as everything from her neck down started to empty onto the floor through her sides and stomach. This continued until her body looked like a deflated balloon. This force, this thing wasn’t doing anything to her head, somehow keeping her alive so she would continue to scream in pain and beg for her life. “HELP ME!!!” *CRUNCH* “PLEASE, NO…STOP!!!” *SPLAT*. My view faded out of the static and blur of the camera and made it look like I was seeing it with my own eyes. The thing that was doing this stopped and waited a few seconds as tears streamed down her face while she lay in a big puddle of blood, organs and shattered fragments of bone. I forced myself to look at her face and saw hopelessness. She had given up hope of getting out alive, now she just wanted it to end, and the force obliged with one last, brutal, horrifying act. Then it hit me. This thing’s goal wasn’t to kill her. It wanted to make her suffer. That’s why it seemed unsatisfied with the earlier fatalities, why it was keeping her alive. The pieces of her broken desk suddenly shattered into tiny shards – each about the size of my pinky and ring finger side – by – side – and started to float around her. They all slowly pointed toward her and shot into her deflated body. She screamed the most painful scream I have ever heard, and I had no idea how she was still alive but it clearly wasn’t an accident. The shards of sharp wood and metal filled up her body again by forcing themselves through what was left of her skin. This removed the last of her torso’s flesh and left nothing but bare muscle, bones, and holes. She screamed and screamed and screamed in pain and horror. I got a close up of her face when her eyes shot as open as they could go and she let out one last scream as (I suspected) the shards started to slide up her neck and towards her skull; but they were slow, as if enjoying every moment of it. Finally, a small piece of consciousness slipped into my brain and I wanted to help her. I was just about to do something – ANYTHING at all, weather it was move or shriek or look away, I was going to do something. And then everything went black.
For a millisecond it was total darkness, and then, in simple white text, a single word appeared: THYE’S. It flashed for a split second and then my eyes snapped open. I sat there for a few seconds, unable to move. My brain didn’t do anything for a short time, I wasn’t even thinking, just staring at the roof. And then I sat up and slammed my fist on the light switch. I looked around franticly for any floating objects, still disoriented by the pure fear that filled every atom of DNA in my body. I checked the clock; three or four in the morning. After that I had to force myself to stay awake, no matter how tired I was. I really don’t know if those images will ever leave my thoughts for good. Those screams, those terrified faces. It won’t seem as bad when I write this, but you didn’t see what I saw. You didn’t hear what I heard. But there are still mysteries about this nightmare. What does THYE’S mean? Is THYE a person? Probably that invisible thing that killed those kids. I don’t know for sure, but I do know this… I’m totally messed up in the head. No sane human has that in their brain. But at least I feel pity for those children. They didn’t even see it coming. Pray that you never learn what lies in the darkest corners of your mind, because I didn’t write three pages of gore for fun. I really had this nightmare and I feel like it means something, but that’s for another time. Now it’s time for me to go try again to get some sleep. I hope that you got something out of this unless it was pleasure, because if that’s the case then you need to see someone. I would like to thank you for taking the time off your hands to read this. Sweet dreams.