I can't really call this a dream, but I can't really call it a demon either. It will need some explanation before I begin.
So I have a friend who is really into the Netflix show Stranger things. If you don't know what it is, look it up. So I've been watching the show with my friend and somehow, Dustin, from stranger things was in this dream. Now move out of the movie world and into the real world. Soon, three years ago, I moved houses. Not far, only a block away. I also changed schools. Two guys from my old school was in it as well, one of them even bullied me in my old school while the other one just never really spoke to me. I'll call the bully, Mathias and the other guy for, Zack. The last two people is a girl from my new school, i have never talked to her and she always stares and me like I have done something wrong, I don't really care that much of what she thinks of me. Will call her, Maggie. The other is my ex boyfriend which has done nothing wrong, and now we are just great friends. I'll call him, Jason. So, I have explained enough now I think, lets begin with this dream, demon thing.~House number 25~
We were standing outside on a far too familiar road. The bushes surrounding the little house seemed more dead than I remembered. Maybe the new owners just hadn't taken properly care of the garden. I looked around me to find five others that I felt like I knew. I walked over to Jason and he looked down at me, even tho we were the same age, he seemed to tower over me. A spine chiseled scream could be heard from the mist and we all seemed to have the same idea and stormed in through the gate that was almost hidden in the wild grown bush. In the corner of my eye I caught the glimpse of the rusty number on the gate. 25. We didn't stop before we were up the concrete stairs and we all six tumbled in through the door. I slammed the door behind me and we all were just quiet. I walked through the hallway, into the living room, through the back door and out in the backyard. Instead of the bushes I remembered from the place I grew up in, a giant forest with darkness rolling out from behind every tree,was there. I went upstairs and found my old room. Now, there was an old bunk bed, I had never seen before and three madrases lined up next to each other. I went into my brothers room. Empty.
I returned to the others and we all silently went to bed, I slept on a madras, Mathias, Dustin and Zack slept in the bunk bed and Jason and Maggie slept on each of their madrases as well. I was laying closest to the bunk bed. Mathias started poking me in the back of my head to get my attention. The others were fast asleep except for me, Mathias and Dustin. Mathias seemed uneasy and tried starting a conversation with me. We joked around a bit and decided to go outside so we didn't wake the others. When we got downstairs, we hid behind a curtain and looked out. A giant, slim, disgusting monster was walking around in the yard. We went up and fell asleep shortly after. Many days went by like this. No one ever left the house and hunger and thirst never came up as a problem since this was a dream. The many days spent, Maggie and Jason, seemed to become really close. Maggie would start to talk less all of sudden. Now she just stared at me, only me. With cold blank eyes. Jason stopped trying to talk to her. She never moved anymore. Dustin was doing his best to keep us all motivated. But each day we looked out the window, the monsters only seemed to have gotten closer to the house. One night, me, Mathias and Zach, had found a soccer ball in the basement. We were playing soccer in the empty living room when the ball accidentally flew out a window. We got a flashlight and pointed it towards the smashed window. We found not a soccer ball but a creepy, disgusting, inhumane monsters face staring right back at us. None of us moved or dared breathing.The end.
I would say this is a demon mostly, bc there were more scary parts than good ones. I'll let guys decide what you think. Also "The end" means i woke up. So yeah! Hope you enjoyed.
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My dreams, My demons
RandomLiterally just where I'll write down a dream if I remember it. I'll call the good ones for dreams and the nightmares for demons (I call nightmares demons bc I see nightmares as an inner demon trying to create a good dream but failing to do so)