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Foot-hand???

Hey guys, for my first dream I'm gonna tell you about one I had when I was 6 or 7 years old. It has been labeled as my favorite nightmare.

There was a large group of kids around me, we didn't have ages. We were just children. We all had to board the giant banana ship that would take us to our reform school. The only seats were two people beds that were organized by fruits. That kinda made things awkward. The fruits were strawberries and watermelon and stuff like that. We all needed to be sorted into our beds, and that took forever. Once we were all sorted, the banana plane flew into space. Now, this sounds rather un-nightmare-like, right? Well, this is where normal dream turns into creepy dream.

The banana plane crashes at a place called Pepperidge Farm. I must have been hungry that night, that's a cookie company. Only six of us survived. It was at this point that I realized that I was a guy for some reason? Irrelevant, but it was a thought that went through my mind. There was one girl in our six person survivor group. Pepperidge Farm wasn't a farm at all, it was a house with a gross car in front of it, and the sky was gray and shady.

We walked inside of the house, for lack of nowhere else to go. Inside the house, there was a twisted up hammock in the middle of the room. There was a counter on the wall to our right walking in, and two men on a laptop at the counter. The single female in our group, her name was Katie, she walked up to the men on the laptop in hopes of getting help, and they bashed her face in with the laptop, murdering her with it. They dragged her into a side room. I was the only one who saw it. Meanwhile, another group member decided to begin poking at the hammock, like the idiot that he was. After poking it for a while, it unravelled really quickly. Inside of the hammock was a gross looking man. He was fully clothed and had gross looking stubble on his face. The strangest and most horrifying thing about him, however, was his left hand. Or right hand, it was on my left, so I guess it was his right. His hand wasn't a hand. His hand had been replaced by a foot, and he was wearing a steel-toed boot on his foot-hand. And he was NOT happy to have been woken up.

He lifted his foot-hand and bashed the guy who woke him up in the face with it. He suffered a one hit kill. The other guys DEFINITELY noticed this. The man got out of the hammock and suddenly the other guys were gone. He went after me with his boot hand. I instinctively ran outside. I saw the car and was like 'lightbulb moment!' and I ran out to the car and I turned the ignition and it coughed. I was freaking terrified and it was freaking intense. I tried and tried and I couldn't get the car to start, and the guy was nearing the vehicle anD HE WAS GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER AND then I woke up.

@u@ I was less pleased than you are. I have N O  I D E A how that dream ended, all I know is that it was really scary.