I really hope I don’t have more dreams like I did yesterday when I go to bed soon. I still can’t get some of those images out of my head.
It was some serious horror-movie stuff. I wasn’t sure if I was going to write about it, but maybe it’ll be better on paper (er…on blog) than in my head. Don’t click the Read More if you don’t want to read some pretty graphic stuff.
Like I remember a guy in full chain mail and a diving bell helmet walking onto a grate to feed these humanoid monsters that were being held below it.
(The armor in my dream was thicker, but chain-mailish, so this will do for illustration purposes — the helmet was pretty much exactly like the one I photoshopped into that pic, though.)
The monsters themselves were mostly featureless, like shadows with eyes.
Unlike in this pic, though, their arms were raised up in anticipation of feeding time. And this pic doesn’t come close to how scary they looked, but it’s the closest I can find with a quick google image search.
As the guy lowered the food down to the grate, a hand reached up and grabbed his leg as a deep growl came from below. Another hand shot up through the grate and grabbed the feeder’s other leg. Both pulled down, and as the man’s legs slipped through the grate, I could hear the sounds of the creatures eating his legs. And the screams. The screams of the man being eater, and the shrieks from the creatures who were in a feeding frenzy.
Little by little, I saw the man vanish through the grate as chunks were torn from his body and pulled down to the hungry creatures below.
I tried to run away, but I did my all-too-common-in-dreams “I can only move in slow motion, and my right leg is suddenly about a foot shorter than my left so I am having trouble balancing” trick. I fell, and I started crawling away because I was incapable of even getting back on my feet. I could hear the creatures gaining on me.
Then I felt a clawed hand wrap around my ankle. I heard a growl, and I felt hot breath on my leg. I felt a sharp pain as teeth began to sink into me.
And then I woke up.
The entire dream probably only lasted a minute or two. But it’s one of the scariest ones I’ve ever had. And it hasn’t faded away in the 16 hours since then.
I’m just sort of hoping that maybe writing it out will get it out of my head so I don’t have a repeat performance.