#evil dreams

[bannakaffalatta]

Every time I have to do morning things I am reminded that I am a corpse of a human before about 10 am at least

Why am I alive and technically awake and at work right now

Bleh

[perfectlygeneroussheep]

Had a dream about many things including attempting to make a Tumblr post. And I was gonna post about it but just got myself out of the evil dream loop with one of the last few layers being the scariest. Like I moved from my room to the couch once I finally woke up and the sound of my dad snoring is comforting rn and I have my cat on my lap

[s333vil]

dreams 04

1. i was in a therapy program for gods, and i had to distress-tolerate everything in the world.

2. i don't remember much about this one; i was navigating this maze-like building. a png of an anime girl was projected onto the walls, following me, repeatedly saying "you already know what it is."

[s333vil]

dreams 03

i was at a large, busy aquarium by myself. most of the tanks had multiple dead fish in them. the largest was a freshwater tank the height and length of the building, constructed so that it integrates itself around the other exhibits. at one point i was examining a map of the place, and there was this woman with her three year-old son standing next to me. she was tracing the tank's path on the map with her finger and saying stuff like "isn't it wonderful?" to her kid.

the second-largest tank in the aquarium had a black and white octopus with jellyfish-like tendrils alongside the tentacles (which were a few inches in circumference and maybe 15~20ft long). it was lightly tossing the corpse of an employee around the tank, and i could see pieces of skin peeling off the body as it went.

a much smaller tank nearby (out in the open with no lid on it) housed a few tiny versions of the same octopus. their main bodies were about the size of a thumbprint. i picked one out and, using a pocket knife i had on me, cut its tendrils off and shortened its tentacles to be the same shape as a starfish. i let it hang out in my hand while i finished looking around the aquarium.

when i got home, i got in VC with some ex-friends of mine who had their webcams on. one of them had a saltwater aquarium in their room (my dream made this detail up about them). while we were talking, they were grabbing yellow tangs live out of the tank and eating them raw. just biting into them like slices of bread.

[s333vil]

dreams 02

1. it was just a still photo of a concrete stairwell in an abandoned building. the wall facing the camera had thin black graffiti on it that read "sensual ketamine" with an arrow pointing up to the second floor.

2. i was filling out an online therapy intake form. the first field asked which diagnosis i was seeking help for (i put BPD.) the second field, which was required, asked me to specify which BPD subtype i have. the options were N/A, 1PD, 2PD and 3PD.

[s333vil]

dreams 01

march 16: i was tailing a group on a guided tour of a small art gallery/museum. the walls, exhibitions, stands, everything was made of porous flesh and tendons. i was fully aware that i was dreaming, but i didn't have any autonomy to engage with the dream because i was following the group.

march 17: i got multiple rounds of sleep paralysis with short, vivid dreams that i can't remember anymore. once my body fully fell asleep, i started dreaming about conversations with my gf and misc. people i've known from the past; multiple different scenarios overlapping each other, kinda. i was both aware that i was dreaming and "consciously" awake the whole time, if that makes sense. once my body woke up, the only dream i could remember was the one where my gf was crying, pissed at me for how i've been acting since we started dating. i couldn't tell at all whether the part i remembered had actually happened or not at first, but my gf confirmed it had been a dream.

march 18: i was alone, walking around a family home with eight stories to it, iirc. everything was lit by middle-of-the-night full moonlight and nothing else. the place was cluttered and expansive. all the furniture, framed photos on the walls, bookshelves, collectables, etc. looked like that early generative AI stuff where you'd think you're looking at an image of some items until you actually look at it up-close.

[boneeatingbird]

I would like to give a special f you to my dreams for deciding to be hella gorey a mix of psych, Midwest, and monster horror.

It would be so cool as a movie but I legitimately thought I was gonna die and that I was an old woman seeing generations of my family get torn apart and that my husband that got killed years ago was haunting me bc I never killed the monster that ate him.

I feel mildly traumatized.

Dream details below the cut

Most of the dream was dementia addled flashes of our family separating bc it wasn't safe and the aftermath of it. I didn't remember much before. I can probably describe what everyone looked like tho. The decals on the vans. The smell of rust and strong perfume and old leather inside the cabin parts.

My husband, Philip, had been chasing something and other things started chasing back.

I remember how we had to split up because so many of us were too good for the things chasing us. We would be sitting ducks even if we all ran at the same time. No the further apart we were the harder it would be for them to find us all.

I remember me and my younger family getting into 2 distinct cars. My 2 daughters and their kids in one, guarded by my husband. And me and our son and his wife and twin daughters in the other.

We had to look like scum bags. Change everything. Make the vans look beaten down and trashy. The things helping the chasers would take longer to recognize us.

And I remember watching toddlers and being confused why my kids were so young now. Hadn't I grown them all up? But oh a baby. And I remember strangers telling me to keep away I was dangerous for them.

And I remember a wedding. Oh it wasn't my wedding but it should have been. My husband and I had a wonderful wedding. Where is he? Where was my love? Where was Phil? I need to leave I need to find him.

Times spent staring at a drink trying to remember my own name. My sons name. That baby that keeps patting my hand what was it's name? Those girls that stop by what are they called?

And I remember gambling and hoping maybe I'd get enough money to get out of this park bc sitting so long will make them come. It'll make all the bad come. The face wearer and the long legs and the centipede skins.

The last dream I had as an old lady was the same one I had been having of my husband for years. It had been a version of him that was older than when he died, but I still recognized him.

He was standing with my outside our trailer while we we're both smoking. He kept saying "do you know? Do you still know? Are you still with them?"

Except this time instead of stopping and me waking up, he started crying and saying "I put you outside. Oh god I put you and Mary outside but I couldn't reach Amy and her babies".

And like before this I had gone to sleep on the couch like always next to my scratch cards in my empty of ash cigar bucket, and Amy had fixed my blankets and her sister had put the toddler away, bc Amy was in labour but at home waiting until it was further along to go to the docs, on hospital orders. She was so nice to me.

But instead of the dream ending when my husband cried, when I should be waking up next to stitched fabrics, my son came over. He was a lot older than when I last saw him. 50yr old man instead of the sweet 28 yr old boy with soft blonde curls I had parted with.

And he said "mama you need to help. Mama they're gonna get my kids" and then both of them, my Phil and my Danny, bashed their heads into the concrete of the road I was lying on now, until the road cracked like ice and I fell through.

I wake up on the road outside. Mary, she's right next to me, and she gets up just as I start screaming. Bc inside the house I can see it through the window.

It's the same thing that got my husband I can feel it inside. I imagined it so much different, I thought it maybe a man with a dog skull and Antlers, maybe smth mossy and long and big and bloody, but this has to be it.

And just as me and Mary start trying to get there it grins and starts attacking Amy who had finally started giving birth. She had came into the main room to phone the hospital, telling them to bring an ambulance bc she's finally dilated enough and doesn't want to wake anyone.

Me and Mary, who's maybe even more hysterical than I am, try and crush in the window bc the door is locked. There's no time tho, and the monster had left *nothing solid* of amy by the time we managed to get inside. Just trails of what used to be where the pieces fell down the wall and the glass. She didn't even have time to scream.

It darts out the door, as if it wasn't even locked, and it looks at me. I'm a lot different than it last ate my dreams, I know.

And it cackles.

It has a laugh just like my husbands and it grins using the face of my granddaughter and it waves with chubby baby fingers and let's out a wail that sounds like my daughter. Oh god where's my daughter? It's been so long.

And then it pats my cheek and disapears behind me in a run too fast for anything alive.

And then I wake up.

Dudes this was so scary for no reason. bro the weird dreams and the borderline torture of knowing people in flashes? That's enough I would have been properly terrified upon waking up. But noooooo! gotta add me actually seeing Mr evil 50 people draped together with spider legs and viscera of course of course.

Friggin. Looked like if a house centipede had a baby with Ungoliant and then decided to unleash it upon the world to steal people's body parts and try to shove itself in between the crevices of the skins. No bones just meat and legs.

I sat in bed for a solid 20 minutes in sheer terror and like in an attempt to figure out wtf just happened🥲

[unita-n]

The character concept for Evil Dreams game. https://store.steampowered.com/app/1805170/Evil_Dreams/ The textures and background architecture elements were took from early location concept, that was changed at the end. I haven't original background location artist's name or socials, so, I guess, I'll edit description as soon as I find them.