It was 3AM. Trevor woke up in a cold sweat.
This was a more excruciating dream than the last one.
He gets out his journal and tries to put in every detail he remembers.
“Last night, I was about to fall asleep, obviously, thinking that it was going to be a safe night. But when I was out like a light, I made a grave mistake.”
“I was in pitch black. Couldn’t see two feet in front of me. I tried to walk around when I saw something in the distance. A puppet with a grin from ear to ear. It was wearing a cape with a necklace around it and wearing a beanie, I think. I then started to hear voices. Voices that were telling me to stop, run away, wake up, all sort of creepy stuff. As I was getting closer to the figure, the voices in my head started to get louder once I got closer to it.”
“As I got face to face with the puppet’s wooden face, the voices stopped. I started to hear tears and cracks. When I looked at the puppet closer, its smile started to move by itself. I started to back up to see what was going on. It started to move, but stiffly. First, it started to move its arms and legs, then started to walk towards me. It started to laugh while cracking joints left and right. It echoed throughout the void. I tried to move away, run away, anything at the matter. But I was frozen. Frozen with fear.”
“It just opened its mouth and started to say some weird stuff. It was saying something like –
‘The fires of death open below,’
‘To make your misery feel unknown.’
‘The endless hope you try to fill,’
‘I must be free to make my kill.’”
“Anyway, it’s empty eyeholes started to get puffy like someone getting allergies. They were getting so puffy that they weren’t showing any signs of emptiness from the holes. Then, two little bead-like eyeballs popped out from the puffiness.”
“I then saw ripples appear near the weird, fleshy puppet on the solid, black ground. Five creatures emerged from the watery ground. One had wrinkly bags under its eyes, smiling with yellow teeth and bleeding gums, and had a bleeding wound on its forehead that looked like a Z with a dash on it. Another one had blood drooling out of its mouth, empty, bleeding eye sockets with floating crystals acting like the pupils, and it had the teeth of a shark and a chainsaw mixed together. It kind of resembled an animal. Another one had grey fur, showed his black gum and yellow teeth like the old one, had some sort of steering wheel on its chest, and had wire-like whiskers bolted to its face. One of them looked like that sharp animal-thing, but it was different. It had detachable body parts, spread apart eyes, and a wide whiting smile. Then, the last one looked like a weird arts and crafts project. It had a weird and lumpy body, had very detailed human bones, and had a square canvas shaped head with a face that it looked like a 3 year old drew on.”
“I then felt consciousness regaining my body again. I followed my first instinct. I ran. Far, far, away from those… things. But the weird thing was that they weren’t running at me. They just stood there, fading away as I was running farther away. I ignored it and kept running. While I was still running, I tripped on something big and fell, face flat on the ground. I shook it off and looked back just in time to see, and it was awful. I felt sick to my stomach, even though I was in my dream.”
“It was a body. A rotting, decomposing body. A body that was beyond unrecognizable to the point where there maggots and flies around the body. I started to look around to see mountains. Mountains of rotting flesh surround everywhere nearby from high to low.”
“I then moved through the valley of the dead, looked and looked around for an exit out of this hellhole. After what seemed like forever, I came across a stool under a light, and on that stool was a puppet. As I got closer to it, the more weirded out I got. The puppet looked like… me. It was a little woolen one, nothing like the fleshy one.”
“When I looked closer at it, it felt like it had a connection to me. Then all of a sudden, I felt a slimy and bony hand on my shoulder. ‘You better get ready. Your new home awaits.’”
“Then I wake up.”
Trevor finished writing and went to bed.