I'm not sure why I've dreamed of them. It's seldom, twice I can I recall at least. If anyone has seen Wes Craven's 'They', the things in that movie reminded almost...too much like what I saw.
I can only vaguely describe what they look like. They are almost rubbery in appearence, as if they were squishy, almost amphibious. They've got sharp teeth but no claws. Instead they have elongated, almost alien appearing fingers digits. I've seen some bi-pedal, some that moved like dogs and others that scurried like rodents.
The hands were somewhat like this, not so human like, more clampy but had similr shape of the digits. At least, this is from the one who jumped out at me in the second dream. I'm sure some of them had claws...and stingers...don't even want to think about it.
This first dream I was about 8 or 9.
I've had a lot of nightmares but creepiest one I can think of is: I had it when I was young, I dunno, eight or nine years old. I was swimming in my backyard with my friends and we having a fun time. My bedroom had the big glass patio door to go out back. I looked up and there was a teddy bear, my teddy bear I got when I was very young, two maybe. I recall me and my brother fighting over the name, we both wanted Fred and my brother was allowed the name so I had to name mine Barney. The bear was bigger, about my size. It just stood there, staring at me, into me. It's eyes were so big and black and empty. It just looked eternally sad. It raised an arm and waved to me slow, back and forth, back and forth. Then everything went black. The whole world went black; there was no light. The only sound was screaming and splashing from my friends and every where else. I was asleep long enough to hear some screams stop before I woke up.
I do believe this was the night I had the hallucination when I woke up screaming. I could be wrong though, they could be separate. It feels like they were together. It's as if I opened my eyes and could see the real world but my dream came out of the walls and the floor and pawed at me. It's the most horrifying thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. When I think back to my mom holding me and telling me there is nothing there, it's not real and I can hear them screaming at me, telling me to come into the cellar so they can eat me at the same time and it wouldn't go away. Then, after an hour or so (thought it lasted forever for me) it just vanished, disappeared.
The creepiest thing is that I've dreamed about them still and sometimes, when I'm outside having a smoke and hear knocks and the garden move when there is no wind I can't help but think about them. All my worst nightmares have involved them and I've forever been trying to find a way to write about them, to capture that deep rooted, childhood terror and put it into words. I don't think I have the talent for it yet.
This next dream also contain my only confliction with sleep paralysis, or at least I think that's what it was. It was the only time in my visceral memory I can recall dreaming of these creatures in the dream world. And it was quite out of nowhere. I'd almost go as far to say it's one of the most lucid dreams I'd ever had
I think the dream started with me and my dad driving away from the mall in our city. That's how I remember it, starting like that. There is a city bus coming and it starts to veer over to our lane. I scream and my dad doesn't react. I try and jerk the wheel but it's too late.
However, we don't crash into the bus but instead we - I - passed through it.
What I saw I will never forget. It was all in slow motion. The bus driver's head was leaned backwards. His eyes were missing. His mouth was frozen in a wide, toothy, lunatics grin as if he was having the time of his life. There were dead bodies all over the bus. A woman leans over a man's lap, half her head missing. As I pass through I can't help but be in awe of the carnage. I see a woman's corpse leaned over an old style carriage, which was filled with blood and body parts. Everyone was dead and not just dead, but mutilated. At the end of the bus was a man; very plain looking. He had no blood on him. He stared at me and my face went into his his...
Then I was somewhere different. I was lying on the pavement. I got up and I looked around. There were building all around me. I remember seeing a make up billboard, advertised lipstick I think that was old and rotting. The city was empty, there was no one around anyone.
I begin telling myself I didn't like this and that I wanted to wake up. I just knew they were here. Somewhere, anywhere. I begin running through this abandoned city, it was dark out and had only the light of the moon to guide me...though I do recall one street light flickering orange. But boy did I run.
Especially when I heard them, crawling, slither, running...all thier forms coming for me. I turned and I could see the darkness moving, growing, inching closer. I'm slapping myself in the face to wake up but it didn't work.
I find myself running down between some buildings and I try opening a door, figured I'd stand a better chance inside than in the open. When I open it one of them flies out at me like a frog or something. It landed on top of me and knocked the wind out of me. I shoved it off and ran, exasperated, desperate. I wanted to wake up. I didn't want them to get me. Then one landed in front of me and there were dozens coming up behind me.
I can still remember the fear of when one jumped on me from behind and started tearing into my shoulder. Then they were all on me and I have the faintest recollection of being torn apart when I awoke.
I couldn't move. My eyes opened but I was paralyzed with fear, in shock. My friend was on the computer and I could see him through the open door but I could talk to him. The events of the dream replayed over and over again until I fell back asleep and, thank god, dreamed a dreamless sleep for a couple hours.
I think the next entry will focus on an entity which has chased me before and almost killed me in my dream once. It's unseen but you can feel it coming...there is this pressure and it feels so instinctual. When I feel it all I can do is run.
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