#baddream

(Just as an FYI, I change from past tense to present tense a couple of times. This isn’t a serious written work or anything, just a recollection of a dream so I don’t really care if it’s written that well, but I figured I’d give you a warning anyway cause I know stuff like that bothers me when reading lol.)

Long time no see! Sorry to my all of 2 followers that actually interact lol. But for serious, I am sorry for being gone for so long and not finishing things and leaving requests hanging. Its a bad habit of mine- I also got a boyfriend. We’ve been together for over a year now, and when we got together I kinda gave up fanfiction all together. I didn’t want to per say, it’s almost like I didn’t need it anymore. My Love took away my loneliness!~ But I still miss fanfiction lol. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore. 

I’ve recently started on Anti-depressants and ADHD medication and I’m starting to get back into the things that I used to love. I’ve been wanting to write again for some time, but just wasn’t sure what to and if I’m even capable of coming up with a unique thought right now lol. So, instead of coming up with something unique, I figured I’d tell you guys about the weird ass dream I had a while back. I’ve been thinking about it constantly and just had to tell the internet because spooks. 

I’m not exactly sure when I had the dream. It was a hot minute ago, like maybe 2 months or so? Before I go full into it, I would just like to state that, at the time, I had never heard of the Hat Man before. Which, now that I know, I’m surprised I hadn’t cause its right up my ally lol. But I hadn’t which makes this so much worse. 

My dream starts with me as a kid, maybe around 5 or 6. I’m wearing a long sleeve dress and I’m playing with other kids outside in the woods. It was Fall, the leaves where brown and falling off the trees and there was a nice breeze. I grew up in Florida in an area where there were no large forest like areas. The only thing I could think of this coming from would be an area by the neighborhood gazebo that had a bunch of trees we used to climb, but no matter where you were in it, you could see houses, it wasn’t very large. Anyway, I was playing with other kids my age and somehow I got separated from them, but I wasn’t scared or lost, I was just alone. I come across this large tree that looks a bit different than the others in that it looks older and maybe darker. At the base of the tree is a small wooden box, about the size of a jewelry or music box. It was made of a light colored wood and had very minimal carvings on the side. I remember opening it and then time rushing forward in the dream of stuff happening around the house and me blaming the Hat Man and nobody believing me. They would think I was lying to get out of trouble but eventually it got so bad that they sent me to a mental hospital. The Hat Man in my dream looked very similar to the descriptions of him on the internet. He was very tall and was wearing like a ‘50′s style suite and hat with a long coat and he had a red tie and no face. 

Time skips again but to the present. I’m my current age, 21, and I’m sitting in my room at the mental hospital talking to my therapist. She’s not anyone I recognize in real life, but she was really pretty I remember. She had long brown hair and was maybe in her early 30′s and spoke in a very kind and happy voice. She was discussing with me about how well I had been doing the past year and that the papers for my release had been signed, I just had to wait till morning. She was saying how she was so proud of me and how she was gonna miss me but she knew it was for the better. 

I’m not sure how any of you feel about the paranormal or spiritual stuff, but my family and I believe in it. I have this one family member who is very in tune with that kind of stuff and for some reason, she was in my dream. This is probably one of the reasons this dream freaked me out so much, because I literally never dream about her. I honestly can’t even remember ever dreaming about her, and so I felt like there was a reason she was there. What’s weird though is that I never actually saw her in any form, I just knew that it was her. In the dream, she was in the same hospital as me, just down the hall in another room. 

Later that night, I head to her room to tell her the good news, but I find her dead and run back to my room. I know that it was the Hat Man, and I begin freaking out that he was coming for me next. It was like he didn’t know where I was, but now that he did, he wanted to give me a warning. 

In the morning, the therapist comes in to get me but sees me sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth. I didn’t sleep the whole night and I just kept mumbling to myself that the Hat Man was coming for me. She was confused because I had been perfectly fine the night before and hadn’t had an episode like this in a year. Suddenly, there was commotion out in the hall, and she runs to the door and sees a bunch of nurses and doctors running into my family members room. She grabs the first nurse she sees and asks them what’s going on, and she just shakes her head. The doctors begin to pull my family member out of her room on a stretcher, but we can’t see her cause she wrapped in a pink blanket and only her arm is sticking out. An older nurse sees me standing nervously and shaking behind my therapist in my bedroom entryway and glares at me. She suspects me because I knew who was killed and later on they see me on the security cameras walk down the hall to her room, enter, and immediately run back to my room. Because of this, I’m put under lockdown. I’m not allowed to leave the room and they have someone watching me constantly. The therapist is in complete disbelief and is conflicted. On one hand, she’s known me for years and knows I would never do that, but on the other hand, she saw I was having an episode and there was a lot of evidence suggesting I was the murderer. 

For some reason, I’m not sure why, she decides to look into the Hat Man. Why she didn’t do this any other time while she was treating me is beyond me, but dream logic. 

She goes to this really large and old library and spends hours looking through books and records and news articles that talk about the Hat Man. Late at night, she’s sitting in the library alone. Just a single lamp on the table and the moon shining through large windows behind her are the only light sources. She sees something in an article or a book that shocks her enough to believe that this entity could actually exist and she calls me to ask me what I know. I tell her that he can only come for you at night and if your alone in complete darkness. Just as I’m telling her this, you see him walk past the window behind her and she runs out of the library. She spends the rest of the night in bars, diners, and other 24 hour spaces until dawn breaks and she rushes back to the hospital to see me. 

Somehow we figure out that my family member may have known something and was trying to protect me from the Hat Man, so she “breaks” me out of my room and we head down the hall to the murder scene to look for clues. We find a teddy bear that had a button to record but it’s missing the batteries. We quickly find some, put them in, and a message from my family member starts to play. All it says is for me to tell my aunt about the Hat Man and then I woke up. 

As you can see, this dream freaked me the fuck out. Not only because of how insanely detailed it was, but because of the family member dying, the message, and just the over all fact that I always felt creeped out at our old house and so this just confirmed in my head for that time that spooky stuff was happening. In reality it was all in my head OR SO I THOUGHT  but back to that later. Now that I’m typing this out, I realize that I had this dream at our old house so definitely not 2 months ago lol. We moved like 4 or 5 months ago- my sense of time is so freaking bad-

Anyway, I told all my family about the dream and they all agreed it was really creepy but that was kind of the end of it until I told my boyfriends friend. We were having a little game night and I don’t remember how the topic came up, but I ended up telling her about my dream and she was like, “Ah yes, the Hat Man. He comes to get you for not taking your ADHD medication.” And I was like WHAT???? She was shook I didn’t know about the Hat Man, and I was shook BECAUSE HE WAS FUCKING REAL????? Or, not real, but that the concept was an actual thing and I didn’t just make it up in a weirdly vivid nightmare. 

"Looks like someone is having a BAD DREAM!"

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I did it again, I forgot to upload yesterday on Instagram. But it's not like the algorithm actually helps me get seen, so does it really matter? I still has a schema over uploads so I'll put up the two other pictures today too, just a little later.

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Character: Larry the Lamp

BAD DREAM : 

7 sorteos de 7 pequeñas joyas del terror interactivo | Especial HALLOWEEN

Se acerca Halloween, una fecha muy especial para el terrores.blog , y para celebrarlo vamos a poner en marcha 7 sorteos de 7 excelentes juegos de terror, uno por cada día de la semana. Recordar que estamos regalando steam keys de juegos todas las semanas (ya llevamos 12 + 1 juegos regalados). Los juegos que regalamos esta semana son 2Dark, Bad dream: Fever, DISTRAINT, Kholat, Knock-Knock, Syndrome y The Sexy Brutale. En esta entrada os explicamos las condiciones para participar en cada uno de los sorteos:

Last night I cried in my sleep, but don’t remember the things that happend. The ones that you told me...

notes: trigger warning for potential suicide/suicide attempt.

It was late but Charlie couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad had happened to Duffy and in the end, had decided to check on her. He drove to her flat and knocked twice on the door, his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to answer. He knocked again and frowned, when he received no reply the second time.

Taking his hand out of his pocket, he glanced to the key safe box on the wall. Duffy’s words echoed through his head as he was reminded it was only to be used in emergencies. He exhaled. This was an emergency, wasn’t it? He couldn’t settle.

Coming to the conclusion that she must’ve been out somewhere - despite the fact it was late and dark (and he knew Duffy was uncomfortable with the dark) Charlie typed in the year of her birth and took the key from the box, needing to check himself that she wasn’t in the house and injured/dead somewhere. Sliding the key into the door, he stepped into the flat.

“Darling?”

He closed the front door and placed the key on the side. Maybe she was out? There was still no reply and Charlie walked down the small corridor and popped his head in to the living room. There was nothing out the ordinary and Charlie relaxed slightly before he moved to the bedroom. He found the bedroom door ajar and he popped his head around the door, his eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

He flung the door open and approached the bed. Duffy was lay in the middle of the bed, on her front, her hair in front of her face. She appeared asleep but beside her was an empty bottle of vodka and a handful of pills scattered on the bed.

Charlie brushed Duffy’s hair away from her face and stroked his fingertips against her cheek, exhaling at the small warmth that radiated from her cheeks.

Okay, so I’m 17 now.

But in elementary school, I had these series of absolutely terrifying nightmares.

The worst one was the one with the demon lady:

The dream would always start with my brother and I in our kitchen. For some reason, we were getting a tour of our own house, except there was absolutely no furniture, anywhere. There was a lady in front of me, I could never make out her face, it was always blurred. She was wearing typical ghost/demon stuff. She had a long, tattered black robe on, I don’t remember if she was wearing a hood or not. She had the typical bony skin, etc. Anyway, she was showing my brother and I our sink, when my brother yawned and said “I’m tired”. I would turn back to the demon lady and start trying to deny what my brother said, waving my hands in front of my face and trying to say that he was joking. We were then teleported into the basement. Our basement was (still is, for that matter) unfinished. So it’s just concrete and not even plastered walls. You could see the forbidden cotton candy, wooden beams, foil stuff, and all of the pipes and stuff. The ceiling was the same way. Our basement is shaped kinda like an L. Immediately coming down the stairs, there is about 5 or six feet of floor in front of you, then turning to your left, there is about a standard suburban living room’s amount of space. Then, if you walked forward into this space, we were sleeping in the middle of it, with nothing but  a single blanket and thin pillow. Anyway, my brother was already lying down, asleep. I, however, was sitting up. Quietly getting up, I would slowly climb up the stairs, and pause in front of the closed door. There was a towel shoved under the door, and I would grab it and pull it out from under the door. The door would then open, swinging outward. the demon lady would immediately know, and I immediately got a killer headache. I would be frozen in place, but I could sense her racing downstairs and suddenly appearing in front of me. She would screech, and I don’t remember if she shoved me or what, but I would be sent flying back down the stairs. The stairs would stretch on much much farther than they actually did, until I crash to the bottom. I always died in these dreams, and I knew I was dead because I would always have this weird feeling of static/pins and needles across my whole body.

There was another equally scary but also hilarious nightmare I had a lot:

I would start in the doorway of a really grimy and dirty single person public bathroom. In the middle of the floor, would be a huge sleeping warthog. It looked like a real, evil and hairier pumba. For some reason, I had to grab something that was on top of the tank of the toilet, but the toilet was on the opposite corner of the room. I would maneuver my way around the hog, grab the thing, and right as I am almost out, I accidentally wake up the hog. I would book it out and away from the restroom, and I would be running in the middle of a stereotypical savanna scene. The slightly weird thing was that I wasn’t doing the slow dream run, I was actually running pretty fast. But I would look back a couple times, and sense that the hog was gaining on me. I would get close to a pond, and the hog would catch up, throwing me high into the air. I would land on the ground, breaking my back, because the lower half of my body would feel like static. The hog would then charge towards my face and crush my skull. 

The final dream isn’t really a nightmare, it was more annoying than it was scary, but I would be riding my bike towards my elementary school, and I would start going down a rather steep hill, and my bike would veer off the path, then hit a boulder. I would go flying into the air, and then crash back down, dead on impact. 

The awful part was that I knew I was dreaming. I had these nightmares so often, that I immediately knew what was happening. I would try to force myself awake, trying my hardest to force my eyes to open, but would only succeed in merging my room with the dream. It was always the worst with the first nightmare, the demon lady would send me flying down the stairs, and it was like I was falling while in my bed. 

Sometimes, I could “fully” wake up, but then I would fall back asleep and the dream would pick up right where it left off, sending me into new and refreshed terror. 

I would wake up crying sometimes, but other times I couldn’t wake up at all, so I just lie there in unconscious terror until morning.

There were exceptions, however.

There were times, albeit rare, that I would live.

I would pull the towel out of the door, but the door wouldn’t open. I would just stare at the towel for a couple seconds before waking up. I would successfully grab the thing on the toilet and get out of the restroom without waking up the hog. I would ride my bike, but it would stay on the path and I would wake up once I reached the bottom of the hill.