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Frumious Bandersnatch
I'm really curious about this one because I have a lot of fucked up dreams and keep being in the same dream environments for nights sometimes, bring it on!
I am living back at my grandparents house I that grew up in in Austin TX. My wife and daughter are there, and my grandfather is still alive. I have been stalked by a tall man in a large cloak. He is trying to kill me and perhaps Death himself. There is a man outside, he is taking garden shears and using them to cut and bend the gutters that allow rain to fall down them from the gutters lining the house. He doesnt want to be seen or caught doing it. The sound of him cutting the gutters is harsh. I try to go outside and catch him in the act, but he is gone. I go back inside only to hear him come right back and move onto another gutter, I run outside and see him. I yell at him, "what the fuck do you think your doing? Get back here right now!". He is wearing a rain coat with the hood pulled over his face, he is short and heavyset. The sky is clear and sunny and I wonder why he chose to wear a rain coat. He scurries off again before i can catch up to him. I go and look at the gutter, the metal is scratched and bent/twisted in weird ways from his efforts to cut it. I go back in and tell my grandfather that I saw who was doing it, he hadn't believed me at all about the man until i caught him. My grandfather and I are wondering where my mom is. She is missing, she wont answer the phone and I'm starting to get worried. It's been days since anyone has heard from her. My daughter is asking for her mom, but she means my mom for some reason. I dont question this or think it is odd though. I go and look out the front window. Many cops/FBI are parked down the street and they are armed and walking towards my house. They are looking for something, I'm terrified that it's me. They approach my driveway and confirm my fears. I walk outside, ask them what they want, ready to give myself up even though I dont know why. They are looking for a man in a raincoat.
I'm in the car in the passengers seat, my wife is driving, still dont known where my mom is and we are worried, she is going to prison I think. We are driving so I can get away from the thing in the cloak. I look out the window and see open fields with windmills in the distance.
I'm back in San Antonio. I'm walking with my boss and having a conversation and joking around. We step into a barbecue restaurant and it's very busy. We leave but I have the feeling that we did indeed eat. As I'm walking out I see him, the cloaked thing. He points to me and I am scared. Nobody else cares or even notices him. I cant take it anymore, I approach him and ask what he wants. He doesnt speak but I hear him. He tells me I cannot buy street drugs (I dont buy street drugs, I havent in many years in reality, with 1 or 2 exceptions). I know I will die if I do not listen to him. He will be waiting. I agree to his demands and walk away. As I leave he is watching me, and I have the urge to ask him a question. I go back and ask him "can I still buy pills?". He takes off his hood and reveals his face. Its pale and scarred and only somewhat human. He reminds me of the Moonlight Man in "Geralds Game", but only a little. He smirks at me and looks confused that I am not scared anymore. "Sure" he replies. I turn around and continue walking away, I know if I stay too long he will take my life then and there. As I leave I see him transform into a pedestrian in a red shirt playing with a small ball on the corner of the street. He has went back into hiding.
I wake up in real life and have text from my boss, I'm late to work. I drive to work and pass the same corner that he made his transformation into a human on. Standing on the corner is a man, he is not playing with a ball, but he is wearing the same red shirt, has the same skin tone and hair, and is the same build of the pedestrian in my dream.
I'm in the car in the passengers seat, my wife is driving, still dont known where my mom is and we are worried, she is going to prison I think. We are driving so I can get away from the thing in the cloak. I look out the window and see open fields with windmills in the distance.
I'm back in San Antonio. I'm walking with my boss and having a conversation and joking around. We step into a barbecue restaurant and it's very busy. We leave but I have the feeling that we did indeed eat. As I'm walking out I see him, the cloaked thing. He points to me and I am scared. Nobody else cares or even notices him. I cant take it anymore, I approach him and ask what he wants. He doesnt speak but I hear him. He tells me I cannot buy street drugs (I dont buy street drugs, I havent in many years in reality, with 1 or 2 exceptions). I know I will die if I do not listen to him. He will be waiting. I agree to his demands and walk away. As I leave he is watching me, and I have the urge to ask him a question. I go back and ask him "can I still buy pills?". He takes off his hood and reveals his face. Its pale and scarred and only somewhat human. He reminds me of the Moonlight Man in "Geralds Game", but only a little. He smirks at me and looks confused that I am not scared anymore. "Sure" he replies. I turn around and continue walking away, I know if I stay too long he will take my life then and there. As I leave I see him transform into a pedestrian in a red shirt playing with a small ball on the corner of the street. He has went back into hiding.
I wake up in real life and have text from my boss, I'm late to work. I drive to work and pass the same corner that he made his transformation into a human on. Standing on the corner is a man, he is not playing with a ball, but he is wearing the same red shirt, has the same skin tone and hair, and is the same build of the pedestrian in my dream.
There were many different dreams last night but they all related to eachother in some way. It's been over 12hrs since I woke up so some of the details are a little fuzzy. I was looking through other peoples (and animals) eyes most of the time:
I was watching a person stealing documents from a building. Two people drove up in a van, prepared to go after the person stealing the documents. It was dark out and there were heavy storm clouds brewing. One of them shattered the glass door to the front and the "theif" hurried to get out, the building was soon engulfed in flames though.
Emergency Services were outside of the building and a young man with brown shaggy hair was wrapped in a blanket, terrified. The 2 people had sped off and then I was looking through the passengers eyes as the vehicle crashed into the side of a corner store.
The man was a painter, and even though he was wrapped in that blanket scared and alive, he was in fact dead for the rest of my dream. I could feel an evil for the rest dream.
2 people were walking down a hallway in the projects, the mother of the dead young man lived there. She was easy to find, they caught up to her as she was walking through the dingy hallways. They asked her if she had ever tried to contact her son. Not by telephone or any practical means, but instead it was understood that a weird ritualistic means of communication was necessary. She responded "Oh I dont think he would want to see me, he would probably kill me if I tried to talk to him...he would probably kill you too."
A moving Van Gogh-esque painting filled all of my vision, a person on the far left of the painting with a bright swirling white ball was moving across the painting toward him from the middle of the painting. Slowly trailing behind the ball was a ominous black figure. A voice describe the painting as it moved, telling me that the figure gives you what ever you ask it for, but in return he owns you. {This was very cliche but it was very creepy while I was dreaming}.
I am in a moving vehicle, either a plane or bus. There are about 4 or 5 people on the bus with me. I am myself now. A co-worker (who had recently left my job in real life) was sitting on a bed in the back of the vehicle. He started crying and told me that he wished he had what I had. He wished he could also have the hidden knowledge that was granted to me. I told him he didnt want it and that everything was ok.
I am underground in a series of tunnels too small for a human, I am some creature. I am a slave to other creatures that inhabit this place. One is looking for me, it is going to hurt me or kill me. I scurry through the tunnels to find a dark place where the light of the candles mounted on the walls can't reach. I find a spot but I hit a dead end. I'm terrified. The thing looking for me knows where I am. He finds me but I'm still in the cover of darkness. A red cartoon-like rodent (think Sonic the Hedgehog but it's not Sonic) pokes his head into the light and then burrows through the wall of the tunnel. I escape the underground torture tunnel and I am human again. Hundreds of little animals escape, but they are soon human and I do not notice their transformation nor do i care.
I am at my place of work now. I'm the office of my boss, waiting for him to come speak to me. I feel happy and leave the office to go speak to a coworker. The coworker is my best friend from high school. We joke about something then I head back into the office. My supervisor and my boss and another person I know in reality walk in, the 3rd guy doesnt work at the office in real life but he is a supervisor in my dream. I did something wrong, I'm afraid I will lose my job. They tell me I am ok, but I am having a panic attack. Tears are filling my eyes, I can tell something isnt right but they are just trying to make me feel better.
I wake up to my daughter crying. I go into her room, there are bunk beds and she is on the top one. The bottom bunk is empty. She stops crying and starts babbling at me, tells me goodmorning Dada. I get her off the top bunk and hold her. This isnt my house, I can still feel the painter's presence.
My alarm wakes me up at 6:45am and I go to work in true reality.
I was watching a person stealing documents from a building. Two people drove up in a van, prepared to go after the person stealing the documents. It was dark out and there were heavy storm clouds brewing. One of them shattered the glass door to the front and the "theif" hurried to get out, the building was soon engulfed in flames though.
Emergency Services were outside of the building and a young man with brown shaggy hair was wrapped in a blanket, terrified. The 2 people had sped off and then I was looking through the passengers eyes as the vehicle crashed into the side of a corner store.
The man was a painter, and even though he was wrapped in that blanket scared and alive, he was in fact dead for the rest of my dream. I could feel an evil for the rest dream.
2 people were walking down a hallway in the projects, the mother of the dead young man lived there. She was easy to find, they caught up to her as she was walking through the dingy hallways. They asked her if she had ever tried to contact her son. Not by telephone or any practical means, but instead it was understood that a weird ritualistic means of communication was necessary. She responded "Oh I dont think he would want to see me, he would probably kill me if I tried to talk to him...he would probably kill you too."
A moving Van Gogh-esque painting filled all of my vision, a person on the far left of the painting with a bright swirling white ball was moving across the painting toward him from the middle of the painting. Slowly trailing behind the ball was a ominous black figure. A voice describe the painting as it moved, telling me that the figure gives you what ever you ask it for, but in return he owns you. {This was very cliche but it was very creepy while I was dreaming}.
I am in a moving vehicle, either a plane or bus. There are about 4 or 5 people on the bus with me. I am myself now. A co-worker (who had recently left my job in real life) was sitting on a bed in the back of the vehicle. He started crying and told me that he wished he had what I had. He wished he could also have the hidden knowledge that was granted to me. I told him he didnt want it and that everything was ok.
I am underground in a series of tunnels too small for a human, I am some creature. I am a slave to other creatures that inhabit this place. One is looking for me, it is going to hurt me or kill me. I scurry through the tunnels to find a dark place where the light of the candles mounted on the walls can't reach. I find a spot but I hit a dead end. I'm terrified. The thing looking for me knows where I am. He finds me but I'm still in the cover of darkness. A red cartoon-like rodent (think Sonic the Hedgehog but it's not Sonic) pokes his head into the light and then burrows through the wall of the tunnel. I escape the underground torture tunnel and I am human again. Hundreds of little animals escape, but they are soon human and I do not notice their transformation nor do i care.
I am at my place of work now. I'm the office of my boss, waiting for him to come speak to me. I feel happy and leave the office to go speak to a coworker. The coworker is my best friend from high school. We joke about something then I head back into the office. My supervisor and my boss and another person I know in reality walk in, the 3rd guy doesnt work at the office in real life but he is a supervisor in my dream. I did something wrong, I'm afraid I will lose my job. They tell me I am ok, but I am having a panic attack. Tears are filling my eyes, I can tell something isnt right but they are just trying to make me feel better.
I wake up to my daughter crying. I go into her room, there are bunk beds and she is on the top one. The bottom bunk is empty. She stops crying and starts babbling at me, tells me goodmorning Dada. I get her off the top bunk and hold her. This isnt my house, I can still feel the painter's presence.
My alarm wakes me up at 6:45am and I go to work in true reality.
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Nice. Look forward to this.
Here goes last nights dream:
I'm in Indianapolis, where I worked for a year. I'm at my job but it is very slow at the moment. I go to the back for a smoke. Im under a huge carport (there is a car port in the back of my center to ship plasma out of the center, but the one in my dream was massive), at least 100ft long, I dont want to smoke in the carport because I dont want anyone to see me so I walk to the entrance. It takes what seems like an eternity to get to the end. I step out and into the snow covered parking lot behind my building. The sky is grey and light is barely sneaking through the clouds, its freezing and I can physically feel this. It hurts my hands and face to be out here as I smoke (I also experience sensations such as hot, cold, and pain in my dreams. I dont know why). There is a young man with brown hair and and a black trenchcoat on standing at the end of the parking lot smoking. I pay him no attention and finish my cigarette and go inside.
I'm in a meeting with my coworker's. Many of them j know from work and some are just random people that my dream made up as coworkers. The brown-haired man in the black trenchcoat, actually about 19-22 in age it looks like, is there at the meeting. I dont question this either nor do I really register that he is the same person standing at the end of the parking lot. He stands in the back of the room til the meeting is over then walks over to me.
He asks if I want to jam with him. There is nothing alarming or troubling to me and I agree to go back to his place and play some guitar with him.
It is night now as I walk with him to his house. I can hear the snow and ice crunch under my feet and it's very loud. The sky is clear and the moon is very bright. It still hurts to be outside from the cold. The wind is picking up and it burns my face. The guy is talking about guitar and saying something how he isnt the best at it and hopes I can help him or something. I'm not really paying attention because I'm starting to know that something is wrong. I shouldn't be walking with this random persons house. I never told anyone where I was going, I think the guy knows this. We get to a building to a set of metal stairs on the outside. He walks up the steps and tells me his place is on the second floor and complains about how he hates these stairs because they are on the outside of the building. Follow him nervously up the steps and he unlocks the door and we go inside. The lights are on, but I cant see too much because a small wall is blocking my view of the living room from the door (rooms are hard to describe for me). He locks both the door lock and the deadbolt, I'm scared now. He walks into the living room still talking about music. I stay in the doorway until he is out of my view and I unlock both locks. I decide I need to leave right now, there is definitely a bad feeling about this place. I try to open the door but the handle doesnt turn. It's still locked for some reason, I dont know how he did it. He knows I tried to open the door. His voice changes slightly as I walk past the door way into the living room. I still cant see him as he says that he didnt want to play music and that he wants to show me something. I'm so scared. I step into the living room as he pulls a hammer out of his trenchcoat. I cant escape. Before I can act he runs a few steps towards me with the hammer, I put my hands over my face as he drives it into my skull. It hurts very bad.
I wake up.
I'm in Indianapolis, where I worked for a year. I'm at my job but it is very slow at the moment. I go to the back for a smoke. Im under a huge carport (there is a car port in the back of my center to ship plasma out of the center, but the one in my dream was massive), at least 100ft long, I dont want to smoke in the carport because I dont want anyone to see me so I walk to the entrance. It takes what seems like an eternity to get to the end. I step out and into the snow covered parking lot behind my building. The sky is grey and light is barely sneaking through the clouds, its freezing and I can physically feel this. It hurts my hands and face to be out here as I smoke (I also experience sensations such as hot, cold, and pain in my dreams. I dont know why). There is a young man with brown hair and and a black trenchcoat on standing at the end of the parking lot smoking. I pay him no attention and finish my cigarette and go inside.
I'm in a meeting with my coworker's. Many of them j know from work and some are just random people that my dream made up as coworkers. The brown-haired man in the black trenchcoat, actually about 19-22 in age it looks like, is there at the meeting. I dont question this either nor do I really register that he is the same person standing at the end of the parking lot. He stands in the back of the room til the meeting is over then walks over to me.
He asks if I want to jam with him. There is nothing alarming or troubling to me and I agree to go back to his place and play some guitar with him.
It is night now as I walk with him to his house. I can hear the snow and ice crunch under my feet and it's very loud. The sky is clear and the moon is very bright. It still hurts to be outside from the cold. The wind is picking up and it burns my face. The guy is talking about guitar and saying something how he isnt the best at it and hopes I can help him or something. I'm not really paying attention because I'm starting to know that something is wrong. I shouldn't be walking with this random persons house. I never told anyone where I was going, I think the guy knows this. We get to a building to a set of metal stairs on the outside. He walks up the steps and tells me his place is on the second floor and complains about how he hates these stairs because they are on the outside of the building. Follow him nervously up the steps and he unlocks the door and we go inside. The lights are on, but I cant see too much because a small wall is blocking my view of the living room from the door (rooms are hard to describe for me). He locks both the door lock and the deadbolt, I'm scared now. He walks into the living room still talking about music. I stay in the doorway until he is out of my view and I unlock both locks. I decide I need to leave right now, there is definitely a bad feeling about this place. I try to open the door but the handle doesnt turn. It's still locked for some reason, I dont know how he did it. He knows I tried to open the door. His voice changes slightly as I walk past the door way into the living room. I still cant see him as he says that he didnt want to play music and that he wants to show me something. I'm so scared. I step into the living room as he pulls a hammer out of his trenchcoat. I cant escape. Before I can act he runs a few steps towards me with the hammer, I put my hands over my face as he drives it into my skull. It hurts very bad.
I wake up.