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 No.861

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 image of my body being thrown in the air, slamming to the floor, watching my body squirm trying to run, being thrown in the air again. But there was like, this edge to it. A kind of joy, but not really, kind of like amusement, not that either. It was a like a predatory thrill. He put a tendril around my wrist and slid it up my arm, around my neck, and then I woke up.

What does this mean, /x/? ;_; Should I try to visit him again? What do?

 No.865

>predatory thrill
I'd like to say that I know a thing or two about that, but I only know most of what I know from my dreams.

If you don't like being the pray stay away, as long as you run you will be chased.

Unless you could possibly have some sort of apprenticeship with slenderman, and then you could be the predator. You could experience that same "predatory thrill" and I promise it will be fun, it always is.

But If you keep entering that dream intentionally there may come a point where you cant avoid being pulled into that forest.

 No.889

>>865
How do you think one gets apprenticeship? I mean I don't even know his intentions or why he lets me hang around. He could always leave, he could always kick me out, but he never does.

Wouldn't staying away mean I'm running from him?

Either way, I'm beginning to miss visiting him, and I think I'll try to visit him again. I'll post what happens in here.

 No.890

>>889
The apprenticeship was something I did a long time ago, like when I was 5 or 6. Not with slenderman but with the monster that lived under by bed and every bed and the darkness everywhere. I would be sent on missions in dreams where I would have the role of the nightmare or the monster. It was fun, but also terrifying I had to walk through places that were infinitely dark and I had to allow myself to be dragged under my bed into the void in order to be transported to the nightmares I was to inhabit.

If you relay want I suppose I could teach you what I know.

By avoiding him I just meant not to go into that forest.

 No.894

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>>890
I shouldn't go in the forest? Hmm, maybe, but it's hard to explain. After a few weeks I just get.. urges, you know? Suddenly, somehow, I'm reminded of it. It stays in my head and lurks around, becoming increasingly evident until I go and come back to the forest. I don't really know why this happens, either.

Yes, I would like to be taught what you know. You sound like you'd have experience on it and I would appreciate anything.

I returned back to his forest last night. When I arrived there, he was there again, behind me. A tendril wrapped around my wrist,to which it then sank into my arm and created what looked like to be lightning strike scars in my flesh. However, in a blink it was gone again and I was left with his tendril on my wrist. The tendril rose up and wrapped around my neck, choking me slightly before lightening up so I could breathe. He pulled me over to a different direction than our usual gnarled-tree meeting spot.

He took me to an old house. It looked rickety and ready to fall apart into dust, bone-dry and unsteady. Slenderman had to kneel down to head inside, and I followed. Inside where two children, maybe 14 years of age, a girl and a boy. They were huddling together in the dirt floor, wearing big holey sweaters and pants. I don't know what in particular, but something was off and just slightly inhuman about them. They also looked to be little more than skin and bones themselves, and from what I could see from the holes in their clothes and their faces/necks, their bodies were covered in lightning scars and bruises. The two children leaped up immediately to slenderman, hugging him in a kind of silent worship of sorts. They didn't even notice me. I said that these kids needed to be fed. If they didn't have food soon, they would die. But he said nothing back to me. While he tended to the kids, I began to climb the stairs of the house.

I don't know what I saw upon reaching the second floor. I don't think my mind could really comprehend it. All I know is that it was wrong, horribly wrong, it just felt wrong in the deepest part of my bones. I felt more than I saw slenderman come up behind me. A tendril went around my neck, then around my mouth and nose, suffocating me. My mind was suddenly filled with static, white noise, the sound of nails on chalkboard scratching against the inside of my skull. I remember struggling, then falling unconscious. When I came to, he was dragging me by my arm to our tree. When he noticed me awake, he pulled me up by the chest. I remember feeling so exhausted suddenly, tired beyond belief. I asked him about the children, and he put in my head the image of the children being there for far longer than they should be able to, in some eternal starvation. He carried me to the tree and gingerly brushed away some leaves, laying me into the dirt at the foot of the tree. It was at that point I went to "sleep" in the dream, and fell into one of my "normal" dreams.

 No.895

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>>894
Very interesting…
That thing you saw on the second floor, I've seen that before, it was also associated with the voice under my bed. Except I usually find it on the lower floor of a building. I've always thought of it as the absolute primeval nightmare, is shapeless and formless but is still the most terrifying thing imaginable. or perhaps beyond imagination I referred to as the "Seed of Terror". I haven't encountered it in a very long time, I tried to reach out and touch on several occasions but never actually succeeded. And now that I think about it the more I tried to reach out and touch it the less often it appeared in my dreams, perhaps it's impossible to touch because of this, if I were to encounter it now I'm sure I could touch it.

Also, you mentioned being sent into your normal dreams, that's what being dragged under my bed and sucked into the void was for me.

Anyways…
the first step to becoming a nightmare , or a monster or whatever is to ditch your humanity, become something undying and unbreakable. Go ahead and throw yourself into a fire and let it burn away every ounce of weakness and humanity that you have. Or just cast away like a snake shedding its skin.

 No.896

>>895
Why would you want to touch a "seed of terror"? That sounds like the opposite of someone one would want to touch.

How does one shake off their humanity? In the end my skin is still human skin, my flesh is still human flesh. No matter what my mind does, my body is still human…

 No.897

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>>896
>Why would you want to touch a "seed of terror"? That sounds like the opposite of someone one would want to touch.
Because I got sick of running from it and being scared of it, if I could reach out and touch the seed of terror there would be nothing left in my dreamscape that I was afraid of. This is also part of becoming a nightmare; not fearing anything in your dreamscape, being at the top of the food chain. If I could get my hands on the seed of terror it's quite possible that I would literally eat it.

>How does one shake off their humanity? In the end my skin is still human skin, my flesh is still human flesh. No matter what my mind does, my body is still human…

I'm talking about in your dreams where form follows function. Shaking off your humanity in your dreams generally works the same way it dose in movies, anime, or even mythology. Killing people and eating there hearts or souls seems to work pretty well, or just go run away into the wilderness and howl at the moon or whatever.



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