Terrifying Nightmares

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YOUR NIGHTMARES!
(or strange, strange dreams)

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A strange, strange dream of mine was that we (my sister and one my friends and I) were playing tag around our house. There was a red baseball cap hanging on a mysterious hat stand thing in the middle of our patio. For some reason, I thought,


I hope that doesn't turn into a Ringwraith!
So on the next lap around the house, there . . . floating where the red hat should have been . . . was a RINGWRAITH! AAAAAAAH! whatever. Well, I felt in my pocket and pulled a golden ring, with strange orange incriptions. So I wrenched the massive flaming claymore off my back that appeared out of nowhere and swung it into the wraith. Then I threw the strange ring to my friend as an evil, green-skinned warlock with short red hair leaped from the roof and lopped off my friends arm (strangely without blood or guts or anything messy). So I shut my eyes really really tight and opened them. And I was awake.

This may have something to do with the fact that I had just gone to sleep after six hours of LOTRO.
NO I WON'T GIVE YOU ACCOUNT NAME

I had one where I was part transformers inside a a huge war with robots...like IRobot mixed with Teriminator or something.

There was one where I was attacked by a flying chainsaw, one in which I ate my own hand, one in which I was part of a nightmarish Spongebob Squarepants episode, and one in an Exorcist scene that doesn't exist. Scared the pee-pee out of me. Not literally.

How's this for a nightmare?

"You dream of a sumptuous banquet spread out before you. You feast on a particularly choice cut of roasted meat, and its aroma makes your mouth water. It is only as you cut into the last portion that you see the larvae squirming inside. You cough blood as the larvae begin eating their way out of your stomach."

Or:

"In your dream, you open your eyes to a beautiful blue sky. The sun is bright, but you feel cool, even a bit damp. You draw a breath but begin to cough, as you expel blood and dirt that you've inhaled into your lungs. As you try to draw another, you see a shovel of dirt being emptied onto your face. The sunlight grows fainter as you view it through the soil that covers your body. You would scream, but your mouth fills with dirt before you can make a sound."

Good stuff.

I had a nightmare where Chucky Cheese kidnapped me and took me to a dimension full of pink voidness, tiny floating platforms and a smell of true death.

SS, I just noticed that you didn't give me credit for this.
It isn't a huge deal since it isn't doing so well, but, it would be appreciated.


Recently I bought a new sword: a katana. It was made out of silver, but the cool thing is: the blade is black. Black silver. It's awesome. It doesn't have a crossguard, but it does have a blood-something-or other, so your enemies' blood flows into the inlet instead of on your fingers.

Well, I had a dream that I used my awesome new katana. In this dream were several Witch-King's. I was in my garage with two of my friends. We were raking leaves that mysteriously got into the back of the garage during summer, when my friends went inside. After awhile, I noticed they still had not come out. So, I pulled my sword out its scabbard on my back that had conveniently appeared.
(Thank God I'd been watching some poorly made Samurai sword form videos for the last week) and cautiously went inside. Well, inside my house, there were a series of catwalks, like a maze, above an abyss.

SHRIEK! Two WK's leaped from nowhere. WHAPAH! I kicked one in the face, and my sword caught fire. I stabbed the first WK in the face, than brought my katana around to slice #2 in half. I raised my sword in an Oji Waza defence pose. Two more WK's dropped in from either side, this time with my two friend's face's on them. Using a Kendo hilt-lock technique, I shoved one over the edge, and brought my sword screaming into the other one's blade. Using my Oji Waza, I managed to fend him, where I ran straight at him in a banzai charge. I impaled him and through him over the side.

So, after the brutal killing of my friends, my subconscious decided my family was next. My mom, dad, and sister trapped me at T-shaped intersection. Well, they were easy. An under-arm stab into my father's stomach, followed by a vicious whirl to kill my sister and mother. And that's where I began violently hurling. Clunk! Another Witch-King imitator came down behind me and stabbed through the intestines.

I was thinking HOLY SUNUVABISNITCH! And then I falling over the side of the rail into the abyss.

Well, I woke up with my palm sliced deeply, seeping all over the bed, and some bile dribbling down my chin. How nice.