So, I dunno where else to go even if /x/ is dead and I don't know if this belongs on /yume/ or /x/. For a few months to a half year or so, I had a dream that was ripped into two like a sheet of paper. A bunch of black tendrils dragged me into a huge, misty forest. It felt oppressive and claustrophobic. Too dark to see, the mist was thick and dry as a bone, but the whole place reeked of rotten leaves and moist earth, even though everything was so dry. The floor was coated with dry leaves, and below that soft, soft earth. It was the first dream in which I ran into slenderman. It was terrifying, and I could feel my body shift around with the force of which I was trying to wake up. It was only until he let me go that I woke up.
Out of curiosity and a whim, a few weeks later, I tried to return to that world with slenderman. I wanted to see if it happened again, if it was just a one-time thing. To my surprise, it totally happened! I managed to just settle in slendy's world like woah. Ever since, every few weeks or so, I return back to his place to try and understand him. The fear's long gone by now.
Anyhow, last I was there was a few weeks ago. When I arrives there, he was right beside me. He pushed me into the leaves a few times, before I grabbed the tendril that pushed me and wouldn't let go until he slammed me into a tree, which dislocated my arm. He re-located it later, then wrapped a tendril around my neck and started walking to our usual spot where we would sit and do nothing. I told him to wait, and took the tip of the tendril around my neck and looked at it closely. Then it shoved itself in my mouth. I bit down on it.
Afterwards it's hard to describe, there was a sudden surge of tendrils out of him, and I felt a deep and sudden instinctive fear. I turned to run. There he chased me for a while. He could've caught me at any time, but he didn't. He just chased me around, looming over me, until finally I couldn't run anymore. Then he grabbed me and flung me upwards. I started to lose consciousness in the dream. I remember screaming, the sound of bone and tendon snapping, falling to the floor, being thrown again.
When I came to, I was curled up beside him at the base of the tree we usually sit and talk at. (He doesn't talk normally, he more like shoves an image in my head I have to interpret) I was uninjured and the leaves there had been brushed away around me like a nest. I asked him what happened, and he gave me this iPost too long. Click here to view the full text.