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Just remembered this dream, which I had a few nights ago.

I was sitting on a bed in someone's room, listening to their mom go on and on about some pet duck that had flown away recently. She pulled out a little yellow book and started reading a poem that her daughter had apparently written about the incident. Partway through, a boy who I knew was her son walked in. He had short black hair and was dressed all in black, with a kind of annoyed expression on his face. After his mom "finished" the poem (there was still a bit left on another page, but she didn't seem to notice), she stood up.

"Dinner will be ready soon," she said, and went downstairs.

"Get out," the boy told me as soon as she was gone. I was about to do just that, but three dogs ran in at that moment. They were all wolf-ish, with dark fur in shades of black, brown, and gray. I reached my hand out slowly towards one of them. It growled at first, but I persisted and eventually it sniffed my hand cautiously and let me pet it. The other two immediately started trying to get me to pet them instead. When I looked up at the boy again, he seemed a little surprised.

"I love dogs," I said, and continued to say something along the lines of how dogs were intelligent and loyal and frequently better than humans and such.

They boy smiled. Somehow I could tell that he didn't associate with people much, that the dogs were his only friends and family. The fact that they liked me convinced him that I was an okay person.

"Dinner!" his mom shouted from downstairs. The dogs' moods instantly appeared to plummet at the sound of the woman's voice. They slinked out the door and the boy led me downstairs after them. I don't remember going through any of the house, but we ended up in a garage, where his mother was sitting in a red convertible. Apparently "dinner is ready" meant "time to go get dinner." He didn't get in the car, though. His mom started yelling at him, stuff like 'hurry up' and 'the food's going to get cold while you mess around' and 'why can't you ever do as you're told.'

The boy just stared at her. After about ten seconds, he said, "Follow me." We left the garage, and again, I don't remember anything in between, but then we were out behind my school. All the normal baseball and football fields from real life were there, but rearranged.

"Can I show you something?" the boy asked.

"Of course," I said. He took my hand and we started running towards a forest that wasn't there in real life. Once we entered the trees, I looked at him. The only way I can really explain how he looked is like when Howl turns into the bird thingy in Howl's Moving Castle, only like a wolf instead of a bird. So if you've seen that movie, you know what I'm talking about. He still stood on two legs and had a humanish figure, but he was covered in black fur (except his face) and had paws and other wolf features. We ran deeper into the forest. The boy's dogs and a few wolves ran with us as it started getting dark. Eventually we stopped in a tiny clearing, where the boy--back to human form--lit a fire. We sat around it, along with the dogs and wolves, and I asked the boy if we could stay in the forest.

He laughed. "Definitely."

One of the wolves began howling, and the others joined in. The boy and I howled as well. Then I was looking at the scene from above, and I could see the sound floating up through the trees. It was a dark, pastel shade of blue that sparkled and drifted up like a cloud of smoke.

Then I woke up.

Terrifying. Disturbing. Erie. These words describe the nightmares I've been having over the last month or so. Some times I see it when I'm awake.
These... images keep tearing at my sanity. It's like a sickness, the longer I have it, the worse it gets. I see shapes, patterns, like some kind of language clouding my vision like thick fog. On the other side of the static-y shapes are flashes of images, like a memory fragment, though, it's past the point of terrifying.
Monsters, no, demons. Demons that possess the bodies of the dead and transform and consume the living.
My movement is paralyzed. I try to run, but don't have to because all the demons do is surround me as to keep me from running.
The next thing I know, I see a good friend of mine approach me. This doesn't sound bad, but they died about five years ago. But they look like they didn't stop aging.
She killed herself via wrist slice, but she's got dried blood around her mouth and down her cheeks like she cried blood.
She grabs my throat and an iron grip begins choking me. As her grip begins to tighten I see this pillar thing that's in kind of a spiral formation that speaks to me from the souls of thousands of deceased.
By now I awake, sweating profusely and panting heavily. The rest of the night is one spent without sleep.
When I say I see the nightmare while I'm awake I see her and the pattern things. When I see them I get an enormous migraine in every inch of head. I'm seriously going to seek therapy if this continues to get worse.