I used to have a reoccurring dream where this black, blob-like thing would meet up with me. Think Slimer from Ghostbusters, but black, and with no face. Almost every night, for a couple months, it would meet up with me in a tunnel full of holes, and show me around different parts of its world.

It was so long ago, I don’t remember much of those experiences... but I do remember there being a lot of sadness, death and destruction in the places it took me too. It would always show me burned down cities, or rubble piles, or dark, boarded-up houses, and explain the horrors that happened there.

Looking back now, it sounds pretty freaky, but I don’t remember ever being afraid of it (or of any of the places it took me too). It always seemed like it just wanted a friend to talk too, because no one was left where it lived.

Eventually the dreams stopped, and I have never seen it since.