Timothy Paradox

Pennywise from 'It' and I made a pact. He granted me a power, telekinesis. I approached a guy who had always been bullying me. He was perhaps 10, and I think so was I. I wanted to just lift him with TK and pull him towards me. To scare him, maybe hurt him. But when he was suspended in the air in front of me, he looked dead. Like, I'd accidentally snapped his neck by pulling him so violently or something. That's when Pennywise began haunting me. I could feel the terror building inside of me as he got creepier and creepier, but then my real-life alarm clock went off and saved me. Phew.

I did really awful things in this dream. Not sure I should put it here. I might censor some of it. I was running around a series of dark corridors. To the right was a dressing room for boys, and to the left was the one for girls. Children, that is, aged 8-14, something like that. I was... killing them. With a knife. It was very dark, and I managed to kill only one boy in their dressing room. The corridors and rooms felt oddly abandoned and dark, which I found quite unsettling. I thought I was in a nightmare or horror game for a second, until I remembered I was the monster and had nothing to worry about. When I moved on to the girl's side, I found a room where one girl was sleeping. Next to her, her father was sleeping. Guarding her. I realized if I killed the girl, her father would no doubt attack me. So I decided to kill him first. While he was still asleep, I pushed my knife into his neck. He died gurgling, unable to resist. The girl woke up and saw her father die with the knife in his throat. She was quite young and didn't quite understand what was happening. I told her her father was just going to sleep, or something like that, to calm her down. The goal was to kill the girl next, but watching her wimper over her dead dad filled me with such regret, I just wanted to undo everything I'd done. I woke up right there and then, feeling confused I could commit such evil.

There was a man who was using some kind of ability to mind-control children into doing his bidding. I had a feeling he was going to get them hurt, by using them as weapons.
At this point I was close to fully waking-up, so this was more fantasy than dream: I walked away from there, and mind-controlled a lion. I wanted to make the lion attack the man.

I found myself in a bedroom. The floor was covered in blood. So were the walls. Something felt very, very wrong. I was freaked out, and wanted to get out of the room. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I was afraid something would jump out at me now, that it was a trap, that they were waiting for me to try and escape. Luckily, I could unlock the door and exit into a corridor. To my horror, the rest of the house looked much the same. The floors covered entirely in blood. The walls covered in "blood" as well. I use quotation marks, because the blood on the walls resembled moss a little bit, reminiscent of the red weed from 'The War of the Worlds' (no surprise, I read something related to tWotW the night before). I got out of the house, and realized something bad was happening everywhere. It was night. I noticed the house was located in a typical suburban neighborhood. At another house across the street, I noticed a woman and her two kids. Little kids, aged approximately 5 or 6 years old. I "knew" they were possessed. The mother too, probably. The kids ran towards me, and I knew they would try to kill me. One of them threw rocks (or shot them at me with a catapult). The other tried to set me on fire using a kind of highly flammable liquid. I was forced to use extreme force. I held the kid in a stranglehold, and said that if he torched me, he would burn too. I don't remember what happened next, but I think I either simply knocked them out, or killed them. I woke up, remembering what horrors I had just committed to survive.

There was another dream, which I forgot.

A Japanese "castle" that I explored with a group of others?

Sailboating somewhere (not me driving) off the coast. The weather looked like it was getting pretty bad when we left (dark clouds approaching, already pretty high waves), so I wondered if this was really a good idea.

I was with some kid in the desert, next to a large structure. We wanted to leave. I started climbing a sandy hill, but the sand was deep and hard to move through. The hill suddenly turned extremely steep (90°), so it was impossible. A kid (possibly accompanied by another) appeared on top, seething with anger. He was mad at the kid who was with me, I think. I asked him why he was so angry. He replied that he had shown a potential customer the apartment, and that customer didn't want to rent it. Or something like it. He was in our way, and I didn't want to be trapped in there forever (it was the only way out), soI walked up to the wall of sand and kicked it. The sand collapsed, and the kid on top fell down with it. He immediately attacked me, possibly wielding some kind of stick or bat. I kept fighting, until I realized I must have been 15 years older than this kid and could easily overpower him. With some help of the other kid (he was possibly inspired by "Piggy" from Lord of the Flies, I watched the 1990 film yesterday and am still reading the book) I got him on the ground. He was swearing, but I grabbed his throat with both hands, and in the heat of the moment felt the desire to kill him. I squeezed hard, he went red and coughed a bit. I leaned closer, bit into his neck and savagely ripped out a chunk of flesh. Last thing I remember is me saying "Die, you little shit!". Then I woke up.

Thought I'd add another dream to my log.

The only thing I remember of last night, is that I was murdering children. Yes. With my bare hands. And I didn't feel anything. No anger, no remorse, nothing. I think I killed a dozen of them, and was still doing this when I woke up. I have plenty of violent dreams, or "rage dreams" in which someone pisses me off or attacks me, but this was unprovoked. Very disturbing.