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I have a friend. I have known her for almost a decade now. She is this absolutely stunning redhead with green eyes. Model worthy. She is not only beautiful, but extremely talented, intelligent, loving, gentle, and kind. Her name is Molly.

Molly is an extremely selfless person. The kind of girl who would give you the shirt off her back and her last five dollars to keep you from going without. Never asking or expecting anything in return. She was even a nurse at a hospital near by.

Molly was always there for me, through everything. She helped me through some of my darkest hours, but she sometimes tried to help the wrong people and got herself in a few particularly bad relationships and friendships with some less than desirable people.

Three cheating abusive alcoholic assholes and one stalker later, Molly was a proud mother of a little girl. A redhead like her.

Four years ago, in November, Molly wouldn't answer her phone. Concerned, I went to her house. I found her lying on the floor in her hallway half naked, covered in blood and bruises, holding her four month older daughter who was dead. Molly had been raped, her baby suffocated, by someone who stalked her frequently.

I have never before or since seen anything more horrific than what I saw that night.

Molly moved away after that. We maintained our close friendship long distance.

About two weeks ago Molly moved back to town. Now, I am having these horrible flashback night terrors of how I found her coupled with my own conflicting situational emotions.

Is there anyone who can help me figure this out?

I don't like waking up in the middle of the night with those images in my head.

I've been having some scary, weird dreams recently. My dream starts off with me playing my Xbox in my room with my cousin. All of a sudden, he runs downstairs faster than an olympian and I am stuck upstairs by myself. As I am about to take my first step down the stairs, I see a human skeleton just standing on the opposite side of the staircase, 14 steps down. The weird part is that there was a light shining just on the skeleton, and the rest of the room was dark. The skeleton never moved until I tried to take a step. When I move down, the skeleton moves up a step. When I move back, he moves back. Finally, I just jumped down the flight of stairs. Unfortunately, I landed in his arms like a baby, and he tickled me till I woke up. I've had this dream about 4-5 times, and it always ends the same way!!! Its so annoying!

3rd person view, again. Iam bound in a watchamacallit, you know, the shirt madmen are bound in insane asylums. Bodiless voice sentences me to 29 years of isolation. ouch.

I dream as madmen do in lovecraftian sense. IÄ IÄ SHUB NIGGURATH!!!! IÄ CHTULHU!"! CHTLUHU FATANG!!!!!

**abridged due to pain***

I leap out of bed. I am a savage white werelion with a necklace of tiny skulls around my neck. I roar and create a portal with a bone-dagger.

I leap through, spinning, and land on the moon.

I am near the koi pond. Raven is watching the fish.

She looks at me. I morph into a quicksilver dragon, then a giant three headed canine with the head of a pit bull, a wolf, and a chihuahua. I growl softly.

"FLUFFY!" Raven laughs and hugs me.

"Someone is going to have nightmares tonight." Raven slams her fist into her palm, and she becomes enwreathed in violet and black flame. Her dress becomes black, and she grows two horns. Her eyes become green and lavender. She laughs maniacally and creates a portal.

A zombie-basset hound head comes out of my chest, and sniffs the ground. We leap into the portal, and end up in the bedroom of a fat want to be badass. He has posters of Sylvester Stallone on his walls and some dumbells on the floor.

"So, this is the sadistic "bad ass" that tortures dogs for pleasure?" Raven asks.

I leap on to his chest and smell him with my zombie-hound head. "Yep. This is our target."

Raven chuckles, and I quietly growl with all four heads. The room vibrates with the rumbles. The man's astral body wakes up. I bark with my pit bull head, howl with my wolf head, bay with my hound head, and yip maniacally with my chihuahua head. The din is maddening.

The man screams in sheer terror, trying to push me off of him. I jump off and he runs out the door into the street. Raven and I teleport outside, and Raven summons a wall in front of him which he slams into.

I roar, and alter the landscape to be a giant puppy mill completely on fire. I turn the man's clothes into a dog costume. He runs around freaking out. Raven creates a small cage, which he runs into.

We slowly walk into it. The man is backed up against a wall. The man's face is frozen in a silent scream. Raven creates a portal on the back wall. It looks sinister with black thorns swirling around it.

"only one way out," Raven states flatly.

The man looks at us. I am frothing at all four mouths. He leaps into a portal to Hell. We follow.

The man falls down for hours, and lands on a boulder in a great cavern full of fiery pits. Demon dogs fly about in pain and anger. I leap upon him, and devour his innards. He writhes and screams in pain. Raven shoots a bolt of lightning into his mouth placidly. His body reforms.

Raven and I merge into a great fiery angel-demon. We grab the man, and fling him into outer space, and follow. "here you will die, o 'brave warrior'," I whisper.

"Who are you?" He screams.

"WE ARE VENGEANCE!"

The man wakes up. We are in his room, a dark witch and monster. He sits up and sees us. "We are Nightmares." he screams and wets the bed. We laugh and fade away.

There were times where I wouldn't be sleeping but in the transition to falling into a sleep state. I had some scary moments while this was occurring in the past and when I say scary I mean very macabre and horrific, but I wouldn't let them scare me completely and found them in a way amusing.

One I had a long time ago was where I was on a car trip to visit some family in another state. It was night and I was sleeping in the back of the truck with the blankets (not the bed of the truck) I must of been like thirteen at the time. I fell asleep and saw this zombie girl wrapped in bandages from head to toe as soon as the vision started she started to run...on her bandaged hands like a creeper, like she didn't have legs.

The next I had like a month ago resulted in a trip to the hospital because I was dehydrated. I had a vision that was so vivid of a wall painting that was done in Egyptian times that had a pharaohs head speared and there was blood on the wall to show this graphic scene. I thought that the drawing looked too modern to be drawn way back then but still had some Egyptian scene to it. I've had enough Ancient civilization dreams related to the Egyptians to where I can probably say this was from the subconscious part of my mind.

I have had others that were on the more severe end. They weren't scary but to me rather intriguing and insightful.

Note*** I have a mental disorder that induces these visions on a very rare occasion but it happens more frequently than one who didn't have my disorder.

When I was about 9-10, I used to have this recurring dream. I would be lying in a partially darkened room because I usually had a nightlight on somewhere or my blinds open. But at the time it seemed dark.

I would dream that I had fallen asleep (which I had) with my left arm hanging off the bed. I would wake and realize something was watching me. I knew it was behind the cracked door. So, I would stare at this space behind the door.

Out from behind this door, walked a black cat, with huge green eyes. I didn't have such a cat at the time. He would seem friendly and casually walk towards. When he was just beneath my arm, he would lunge and attack my arm.

I would wake up.

This dream occurred for months. It happened the same way, every time.

I remember being in my room, and it was dark. If course, it was night outside and the only light was coming from my tv, and my dad was watching tv in the living room. Out of nowhere a snake starting slithering toward me, and I screamed. I think it was a corn snake from the size and color. I ran out the room where my dog and dad were. He was asking me what happened and I was jumping away from the snake at every which way but it kept getting under me, dancing around at my feet. I'm not usually scared of snakes, but this one particularly terrified me. I have no Idea why. I yelled at my dad to kill it, but instead, he dug a pencil- or was it a small knife- through my dog. He died, and the snake disapeared. I fell to my knees in shock, and then began crying, sobbing, yelling at my dad. And then I woke up. My dogs still alive

I dream about zombies a lot. Although this was a while ago, this is my most vivid dream.

I am in downtown, in a coffee shop. There are people all around me talking, browsing the internet, doing what people generally do in coffee shops.
Suddenly, there is no one. I am completely alone in a place that was just moments ago teeming with life. Outside, there are signs of people having been there not long ago. A discarded newspaper on the ground. Parked cars lining the streets. But I am alone out here.
And then I am not.
As soon as the first one appears, I seem to notice them all. At first they don't see me. But when they do, I know I am in terrible danger. As they charge towards me, I run towards the one place I can think of to find solace: home.
Of course, in dream world, it takes but a thought of a place to get you there. I rush inside my house, thinking that the danger is possibly over, as I left downtown far behind me. The house is apparently empty, but I am wary. I rush into the back bathroom, as it is the closest room in the house without windows. Just as I am about to close the door, I hear footsteps. My father appears in the kitchen.
"Dad?" I call out timidly. He looks over at me, and I feel a rush of relief. I open the door a bit wider.
Then his eyes widen, and he begins to run towards me.
"No," I choke. When he's nearly reached the door, I slam it shut. I sink down against the door, sobbing, with my dad--not really my dad--pounding on the other side.

And that is where I woke up. As you can imagine, I freaked the fuck out. This is probably my most vivid memory from any dream I've ever had.

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