duyunne
Jedi Council Member
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: WARNING THIS IS GRAPHIC AS IT WAS A NIGHTMARE. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE PARTIAL TO HORROR OR GORE.
please excuse my descriptive writing for this. my dreams are often very vivid and this experience is no different.
the night before last, my wife and i put our son to sleep and i followed soon after, at around 10:30 PM PST. she was reading in the front room of our home while i slept a room over in the master bedroom.
the aesthetic of the 'dream' was something i have never witnessed before in a sleeping state. it was like a projection, or a film and the screen was my minds eye. it felt completely external, as if the imagery was projecting from a source outside me, my home and possibly my city.
the 'signal' (for lack of a better term) of the projection or 'screen' was weak and grainy, as if it were a degraded or aged vhs film or perhaps it was more of a 'mulched' effect you'd see out of a poor compression quality codec (for data streaming.)
the imagery of this experience, consisted of a large multi-floored, condemned and dilapidated housing project. strewn about the floors of this structure was consumer refuse such as sun faded cardboard food casings, shopping bags, ink bled and faded news papers and magazines, empty soda cans, damaged and soot stained children's toys, moldy clothing and linens, etc... there were rotting mold covered holes through out the walls, floors and ceilings. structural integrity was held up in some instances by stacks of old furniture, fold-able ladders, two by fours and so on. there was a violent, sledge hammer burrowed tunnel, creating make shift hall way through out the rooms that led deeper into the dark dregs of the establishment. in the lower levels you could hear movements and scrapes and the odd moaning and obviously, this is where the 'shoot' was heading... into the deep darkness and toward the unnerving sounds.
eventually there was a light and through out the refuse on the floor you could see a bright yellow, industrial use power cable that led to a series of construction string lights that appeared to be shedding light onto what first appeared to be black, orange and red, smoldering lumps. then it dawned on me as i viewed that i was seeing corpses. there were many of them, lined up, mutilated and charred, missing limbs and having no discernible physical or racial features. bodies of all sizes... i was instantly mortified and i felt helpless. part of me knew at this point i was in a dream state and i could wake but another part of me wanted to continue this horrible foray to see if there was any point other than my pain of witness.
the moaning body was now in view and it was missing it's left arm and legs from just above the knees. it was either female or a castrated male. the moment it was in view, it began to slowly and carefully move toward the 'screen.' then from out of no where an arm came from outside of the peripheral and grabbed it's reaching hand and it began to laugh or make a sound that resembled laughter at first when i realized the victim didn't have a jaw. it was a chortle of pain and the 'laughing' sound disturbed me most of all. the touch of the suspect or 'director's' hand was causing so much pain to the victim that it chortled. it was clear to me that the purveyor of this scene wanted me to understand that this 'chortle' was the goal. and that these other bodies were failed attempts at creating this final creature from a well meaning human.
i felt completely violated by this point and could no longer bare it but couldn't wake up, flashes of faces in a grainy black and white vision came across this screen, dogs, children, cats, white picket fences, gardens, country flags, auto mobiles... an amalgam of everything and anything flashed at me as if to suggest these are the things the suspect sees and all there was, was this cold feeling of detachment and contempt.
i was finally able to wake up at 12:30 pm. i instantly shot out of bed and left the room at the exact same time as my son, who was crying, as if he had awoken from the same experience. we wrapped him in his security sheet while he sat on a pillow of the floor of the front room, with my wife comforting him and i went back to the bedroom, frantically scouring news feeds, message boards, even this forum... i wanted a clue. i wanted to know why this happened to me.
now i'm writing about it to you in search of anything. something. as tears roll down my face at my place of employment. hands trembling. this was/is probably one of the most traumatic things i've ever witnessed. it feels like a psychic attack, or as if it was fed to me using some type of covert technology.
my deepest apologies to anyone who now feels the same but i really can't think of anything else or who to go to.
thank you for your attention and any response you can provide. i understand if the mods don't want to make this public but i can truly appreciate any communication from your group about this.
please excuse my descriptive writing for this. my dreams are often very vivid and this experience is no different.
the night before last, my wife and i put our son to sleep and i followed soon after, at around 10:30 PM PST. she was reading in the front room of our home while i slept a room over in the master bedroom.
the aesthetic of the 'dream' was something i have never witnessed before in a sleeping state. it was like a projection, or a film and the screen was my minds eye. it felt completely external, as if the imagery was projecting from a source outside me, my home and possibly my city.
the 'signal' (for lack of a better term) of the projection or 'screen' was weak and grainy, as if it were a degraded or aged vhs film or perhaps it was more of a 'mulched' effect you'd see out of a poor compression quality codec (for data streaming.)
the imagery of this experience, consisted of a large multi-floored, condemned and dilapidated housing project. strewn about the floors of this structure was consumer refuse such as sun faded cardboard food casings, shopping bags, ink bled and faded news papers and magazines, empty soda cans, damaged and soot stained children's toys, moldy clothing and linens, etc... there were rotting mold covered holes through out the walls, floors and ceilings. structural integrity was held up in some instances by stacks of old furniture, fold-able ladders, two by fours and so on. there was a violent, sledge hammer burrowed tunnel, creating make shift hall way through out the rooms that led deeper into the dark dregs of the establishment. in the lower levels you could hear movements and scrapes and the odd moaning and obviously, this is where the 'shoot' was heading... into the deep darkness and toward the unnerving sounds.
eventually there was a light and through out the refuse on the floor you could see a bright yellow, industrial use power cable that led to a series of construction string lights that appeared to be shedding light onto what first appeared to be black, orange and red, smoldering lumps. then it dawned on me as i viewed that i was seeing corpses. there were many of them, lined up, mutilated and charred, missing limbs and having no discernible physical or racial features. bodies of all sizes... i was instantly mortified and i felt helpless. part of me knew at this point i was in a dream state and i could wake but another part of me wanted to continue this horrible foray to see if there was any point other than my pain of witness.
the moaning body was now in view and it was missing it's left arm and legs from just above the knees. it was either female or a castrated male. the moment it was in view, it began to slowly and carefully move toward the 'screen.' then from out of no where an arm came from outside of the peripheral and grabbed it's reaching hand and it began to laugh or make a sound that resembled laughter at first when i realized the victim didn't have a jaw. it was a chortle of pain and the 'laughing' sound disturbed me most of all. the touch of the suspect or 'director's' hand was causing so much pain to the victim that it chortled. it was clear to me that the purveyor of this scene wanted me to understand that this 'chortle' was the goal. and that these other bodies were failed attempts at creating this final creature from a well meaning human.
i felt completely violated by this point and could no longer bare it but couldn't wake up, flashes of faces in a grainy black and white vision came across this screen, dogs, children, cats, white picket fences, gardens, country flags, auto mobiles... an amalgam of everything and anything flashed at me as if to suggest these are the things the suspect sees and all there was, was this cold feeling of detachment and contempt.
i was finally able to wake up at 12:30 pm. i instantly shot out of bed and left the room at the exact same time as my son, who was crying, as if he had awoken from the same experience. we wrapped him in his security sheet while he sat on a pillow of the floor of the front room, with my wife comforting him and i went back to the bedroom, frantically scouring news feeds, message boards, even this forum... i wanted a clue. i wanted to know why this happened to me.
now i'm writing about it to you in search of anything. something. as tears roll down my face at my place of employment. hands trembling. this was/is probably one of the most traumatic things i've ever witnessed. it feels like a psychic attack, or as if it was fed to me using some type of covert technology.
my deepest apologies to anyone who now feels the same but i really can't think of anything else or who to go to.
thank you for your attention and any response you can provide. i understand if the mods don't want to make this public but i can truly appreciate any communication from your group about this.
