Sunday, February 17, 2013

Slendy Returning to Dreamland

Long time no see people! As the title suggests, Slenderman did come back into my dream....starting this morning, I'm sure between the time of 9 a.m. when I awoke early, and 11:15 a.m. when I "awoke" again. Why am I using quotation marks in the second awoke? Because it didn't feel like I woke up, like I was....already awake. It's a creepy feeling, believe me, and while conscious my imagination isn't that crazy to conjure something like this, so it had to be a sleeping dream and not a daydream.
Since I've decided to be a lazy ass and wait until now, some parts of my dream are scrambled in my brain, but I can remember most of it.
First off, the surrounding was like a mix-mash of a clearing and forest, like sparse and grouped trees with large patches of clearings every which way. I was busy walking with a good friend of mine, Robert, and I'm sure there was a few other people too, but my memory isn't that clear on that point. What gets weirder, is that there is a girl included in my dream. A naturally small girl I think around 6 or 7 that either had two pigtails or a singular ponytail. Well she....disappeared, and Dream-Me and Dream-Robert were worried over her, and tried to search for the girl. I ended up finding her, but she wasn't alone.
.....
Yep, you got that right. She was standing with Slenderman, in all his suited glory with a different-colored tie, I'm sure. I ran at him, and tried to pull the girl away, but he made me back off while he opened his...mouth, complete with jagged points. Yes, he opened his MOUTH people, then...either screeched or roared at me, and I think I roared back(wtf?), and within the next few seconds he was gone. Robert showed up, and then more people did and I was left pulling the girl away from where the spot was that once had the Slenderman.
As far as I know, that does concern the suited being. As for the rest...I don't know. There are blurry moments, like a group of guys together or something, including my father who tells me he's not my real dad...a head of a dead person with laughter in the background that is melding together....fuck it all sounds like some weird cult, doesn't it? And this is probably the second dream that has contained my dad. The last one...had him in it, but dead.... Yeah...

All I got to say. Might talk later for no reason, or the next time I get another dream like above. It all depends.

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