Let me start by introducing myself and my reason for coming here. If you don't care about the background of this story then you can skip this first bit. For almost as long as i can remember I've been able to identify when I am dreaming. In the early years of my youth i found out that i was able to end dreams at will, this helped me escape several nightmares that plagued me in my sleep. When i was in about 8th grade a dream started that didn't end for several years. I haven't told many people about the events of this dream, as they were always of a grim nature and i never felt comfortable sharing. I met this guy at work about 2 years ago and we became pretty good friends. One day we were hanging out and ended up having a really deep discussion about dreams. He was also a Lucid Dreamer. He told me about a series of dreams that ended tragically. It was almost horrifying, because his tale almost matched the events of my dream exactly. He had no idea I had a similar experience. I've given it a lot of thought and I decided to try and see if i can find others who have shared a similar experience. So, without further delay i will tell my tale.
I was in middle school, 8th grade to be more specific, when a series of dreams started. The first night i remember entering the dream to a familiar sight. I was in the parking lot of a mall i used to go to a lot before i moved to the town i was currently in. There were no other people in sight, i was alone. I looked up and instantly realized i was in a dream, as it was night and in my dreams the sky is always blue. So i decided to walk around and take in the sights. I turned the corner of the mall right before the sidewalk that leads to the door begins and i see this man standing about half way between me and the door. He wore a dark green jacket and wore blue jeans. Above all though i noticed he didn't have a face. This man began chasing me. I looked back and noticed he was holding a knife. It was at this point that i ended the dream. The next night i was greeted by the same man who began chasing me again. This time i decided to fight back instead of run in fear, i ended up killing this man.
That guy was only the beginning. The next night two men showed up, whenever i found a way to get rid of them one more person would show up in the next dream. I became overwhelmed in just a few more days and i ran out of options. I willed to be stronger, and i became stronger. I found that if i had the will to make something happen, it would. I became capable of incredible strength, flight, and eventually was even capable of releasing powerful bursts of energy from my palms. As a kid i loved the show Dragon Ball Z, many of my powers that i obtained in my dreams resembled the abilities of a Saiyan.
It got to the point where i was slaying armies and nations of faceless men effortlessly. Every night i was presented with masses of people who were out for my blood, and every night i struck them down. At some point i began to become aware of a presence in my dream. It inspired fear in me even though i couldn't see it. Eventually i began to catch glimpses of a massive black beast. I guess it stood about 12-14ft tall with hulking shoulders and with kind of a hunched figure. If i stared at it for too long it would disappear along with the menacing aura that accompanied it.
One night i entered the dream again. This time there was nobody, not a single person was there to kill me. I knew something was wrong. I was then forced to the ground and tethered there by what felt like chains but they were invisible. In spite of how incredibly powerful i had become.. I was powerless to move. Shadow people appeared all around me and with them i could feel the presence of that monster, though it never showed itself. The shadow people knelt down all around me and revealed what looked like slabs of sharpened metal, really crude looking. These blades were heated to the point of glowing, they never seemed to lose heat. Then they all took turns shaving off slabs of my flesh. I could feel intense pain, and i couldn't end the dream no matter how much i willed it. They tore me apart. When they were done... All that remained of me was a head connected to the torso of my body. No limbs. My body had been completely gutted. No flesh on my face, nothing. Just a husk. Then i guess i was allowed to wake up.
I woke up sweating and in a panic. My mind felt broken, it was hard for me to process thought and I can't even remember if i was even able to say anything that made sense. After that night i stopped dreaming, or at least stopped being able to remember them. My nights became extremely restless, and still are. Roughly 8 or 10 months after that night i started dreaming again. Only.. It wasn't the same. I could barely remember them. After a little more time i was able to recognize i was dreaming again, but i completely lost the ability to leave at will. Some dreams i become ultra aware of my dream state and try to do the things i used to. I can't fly anymore. I can only hover over the ground for a few seconds before falling. Nothing is the same.
I don't know what really happened.. That thing felt foreign. Like it wasn't meant to be in my dream. I almost feel as though my ultra active dream state attracted the attention of something, and it ended me. The same happened to my friend. Almost exactly. People hunted him, he killed them. More showed up, he took care of them too. His powers were more like that of a Vampire Lord. You know, the master of the undead crazy powerful spell casting type. He became aware of a menacing presence over time. One night it attacked him. Only instead of resembling a monster it was a just a big man, and instead of the shadow people it attacked him itself. It beat him to the point where he was certain it was going to kill him, then he woke up. To my knowledge he hasn't remembered a dream since. This thing shared a few features between our dreams. It was large, menacing, powerful in build, and had deep red eyes. The dreams themselves shared a few events. We started out getting hunted by a single man, over time as we killed these men more would show up. Both dreams reached a climactic and horrifying end. Resulting in the loss of our ability to either dream or recall our dreams.
If one person shares my story, i figured why wouldn't more? A friend pointed me in the direction of this forum, I've read some posts and decided to share my tale. So please, provide any insight you possibly can. If anything I'm looking for answers.
Thank you for your time.
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