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Captchas didn't work. Sticking to janitors while we try to think of something else.

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 No.1715

ITT: Nightmares

I had a dream where I was in the house of a psychopathic barney or something. He had abstract/terrifying art, showed us (my family and one other family) a video of a man being killed by doctors, and he tried to set somebody on fire in his BBQ pit.

Through the whole dream I was like "Guys, this guy is psycho, lets leave!" but everybody else in my dream were being idiots and would say stuff like "No, lets stay for a little but"

so yeah. Nightmare thread.
>pic is somewhat not related

 No.1717

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i dont have nightmares, unless you count ones that are emotionally distressing. I have nightterrors instead.
The main ones i have are ones about spiders. I have really bad a arachnophobia and sometimes i imagine spiders crawling on me when im in bad. Its pretty terrible considering i jump up and run out of my room screaming. So my heart is always racing and its really hard for me even go near my bed. i cant even sleep with socks on because i've fallen on my hard floors and bruised myself.
It hasnt happened recently but it still could happen at anytime.

There was one time where i had a nightterror of something else once. I was watching stuff about the rake and a few nights later i woke up and sat straight up in my bed. My closet door was inching open. I just stared at it until it was so open that the rake was crawling out onto the floor. It was halfway across the room when i just started screaming and ran out of my room almost to the point where i was about to open my front door and leave.

Nightterrors are weird because i wake up and then i hallucinate, or at least it feels like that.

 No.1718

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I was in an odd sort of indoor carnival for small children. It had all sorts of the typical money-sucking, impossible games, prizes, and decorum—the difference being that all the activities were designed with the intent to teach children about polite manners, anger management, social courtesies, etc.

I had no idea what I was doing there. The place was dead-silent and completely empty, so presumably it was closed. The only remotely human company (at least at first) was animatronics and moving, talking signs. And despite being an ostensibly cheerful place, it was lit like a hospital–everything death-bed white under blinding fluorescence.

Even before I had a look around, I was already on-edge. A quick turn-about revealed that there was no way to leave. The only entrance/exit was a locked door, and the window glass was nearly two inches thick. Seeing this, I decided to head down some of the narrow, winding corridors, which seemed more like office-building hallways than anything else. Still convinced there was no way out, I decided to amuse myself by playing some of the games before I got to digging my way out of the walls. I don't remember anything in particular in the way of the games, but I do remember getting bored with them and deciding to kick shit around and break things, mostly out of spite for whoever had trapped me there. A big mistake, as I would find out.

After just about 2 minutes of vandalizing the place, I got bored and opened one of the doors in the hallway. The room inside was about the size of a storage closet, and was empty apart from two men wearing nothing but skin-tight black fabric which covered everything from head to toe, including the face. I jumped back, completely taken by surprise. The men were still as corpses for a few seconds, and I just stood there, staring at them. Just when I was convinced they were manikins, they both lunged for me simultaneously, repetitively shouting calmly but sternly, "Say sorry! Say sorry! Say sorry!"

Just barely avoiding their touch, I bolted down the hallway, which began to stretch out, distorting perspective and becoming nearly five-fold it's original length. Meanwhile, the faceless men in black tights picked up the pace, running faster and faster, shouting louder and more angrily the longer I evaded them.

"Say sorry! Say SORRY! SAY YOU'RE SOOORRRYYY!" Their voices multiplied, became more layered and demonic with my every stride. Within moments, the sound no longer even resembled human, and the two men were moving inhumanly fast. Despite being an excellent sprinter, I couldn't keep up. I began to slow, and the moment I did this, the winding hallways straightened out into a corridor of infinite length. The men in tights had now multiplied to become an endless hoard, and they were all lined up along the hallway, their bodies sunken into the drywall. Panicking, I looked around me and noticed that the hallway was growing steadily narrower by the second, the black-suited men's arms all reaching out from the walls to grab me. I was soon taken into a tight embrace by hundreds of them, enough arms on me to block out my vision and cover me entirely. There were enough hands just on my face that I was soon completely unable to breathe.

Just as I started to suffocate, the men, the voices and their arms all disappeared and there was silence. I was suddenly enclosed in a box made of interlocking foam walls. I angrily kicked at the foam, taken aback by how easily the slabs gave way. I found myself back in the main room, or at least close to it, just trying to catch my breath. I looked back at the hallway I had originally gone down, and it was still quite stretched out, but now had returned to it's original form, turning off in the same direction it did before.

I was somewhat relieved to see this, up until I heard a small shuffling noise. I squinted at the hallway to get a better look and saw a dark-grey, man-shaped balloon creature shambling around the corner. It was a bit like a gingerbread man in form, what with it's large, round, and faceless head, and looked to be of the papery, helium-balloon variety you find in supermarkets, as opposed to the rubbery, pear-shaped party ones. I thought it was injured at first, because it was limping, but when it noticed me, it jerked it's head up abruptly to face me. It stared for just a moment, then let out a high-pitched shrieking sound, which was either hysterical laughter, maniacal screeches of rage, or both, and began sprinting madly, heading straight for me with a monstrous, furious speed the likes of which I have never seen. Before I could even react, it was right in front of me, and I was frozen, unable to move or speak. It jammed it's balloon hand straight down my pants and began to violate me with what felt like a normal human hand. I remained unable to move for several long moments while it had it's way with me, until it's entire body popped deafeningly, at which point I woke up, nauseated.

 No.1719

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Sorry about the wall of text, by the way.

It's a secret, but I actually can't stop myself from typing like "hurr durr imma be da next bess-sellur author!"

 No.1720

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>>1719
Oh pleas, you didn't even have to split it into four posts to avoid the character limit.

 No.1748

when i was a child i would have this reoccurring nightmare where a black hand would come and take me away even when i would be next to people. i would try to scream ,but i wouldn't make a noise and no one would notice me. i had this nightmare for years, until one night i dreamt that i found the monster in my house. My hand began to glow ,and i punched through the monster killing it. After that night i never had a nightmare again.

 No.1751

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>>1748
Holy crap that's GAR

 No.1765

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This was more like a series of repeated dream "fragments", but it still kept me awake, considering that they had happened the night following a (don't freak out, Seisatsu, it was a long time ago and I'm safe and happy now) failed suicide attempt.

Each time I fell asleep that night, I had dreamed of shooting myself in the head. But never once did I die; always, I would hear the gunshot, tentatively open my eyes, and then in a panic, reach up to the hole blown through the top of my skull. When I would run my fingers over the area, I would feel the industrious writhing of thousands of tiny maggots—or at least what felt like maggots. Every time, quickly pulling my hand away in revulsion and terror, I would find that a countless hoard of the maggot-like creatures had latched onto my fingertips, beginning to rapidly burrow into the skin. The more desperately I would try to scrape them off, the quicker they would work. Sometimes they would even multiply uncontrollably, pouring from the hole bored through my head, down into my mouth, and often into my throat before I could spit them out.

Each of these fragments would end relatively quickly, either with choking on the larvae-things and vomiting or helplessly watching them have their way with my skin. Needless to say, it was not a very restful night/morning and I didn't try to end my life ever again.

 No.1778

This is OP. I recently had another nightmare.

I was over at a friends house and we were watching horror movie. I remember the dream kicking off with a human sized baby doll-like thing huddled in the fetal position. He was breathing heavily. Then I got a flash back of this little girl holding the (now normal size) doll, as she said "Oh how I wish I had your smile". Then it went back to the human sized doll holding the girl, who was now a full grown woman.

He was holding her by her shoulders and talking to her in a grim and threatening tone. His voice sounded like a calm scream as he said "You wish you had my smile?? My smile? What about your smile??" and then he ripped off the skin of her face only leaving the skeleton.

But at that scene, it didn't look like a movie… It was as if they were actually there with us, in the house. And after he ripped her skin, he turned to look at me. he wasn't looking at my friends or anything else… he was looking and smiling at ME. I panicked and screamed as I pleaded my friend to turn the movie off. When the TV clicked off, I woke up.



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