Okay I'm actually scared right now
I know this is stupid but oh well
So I haven't dreamt in a loonnnggg time (like since I was 7, or that I remember I guess) and I just had a dream that I was being ripped to peices by a tall figure, it first I was like 'oh it's slenderman so it's just a dream' but then it felt real, I could feel my limbs popping our of place, my bones snapping, I could feel my skin ripping apart, and I felt the blood trickle along the last few pieces of flesh I still had intact, i could hear things being whispered by what sounded like kids, the 'being' looked towards me, all I could see was a silhouette of a really big head, then I got this really bad headache and a wave of nausea, it hurt so bad and it felt so real, I dont even know how to describe the agony, anyway, I then suddenly 'woke up' and found that I was in my old class room, and I was drawing the proxy symbol, so here I am all kinds of fucked up because of what just happened, I could still hear a faint 'no' being whispered quietly into my ear, so I jump up and try to find familiar faces (staycie or my teacher) I'm looking around and realise no one has a fucking face, all completely blank, so I just fucking lost it, I fucking ran out of the class room and got another really bad headache (keep in mind this is the longest dream I've ever had) and started to feel nauseous again, I kept my head low and started running, that was until I ran into something, I looked up, and infront of me was a huge glass wall, I looked through and could see my family being killed off one by one, by what looked like laughing jack, candy pop and Jason the toy maker, (I took note of how the clown had no colour, that was when I assumed it was LJ, next I saw a purple and blue mallet, with is what led me to assume candy pop, then I saw red hair and a little black toy mouse scurrying across the floor witch I assumed was Jasons) first to die was my mom, then my dad, then my siblings, and all my nieces and nephews, then i watched them carve open my best friend staycie, and at this point I was pounding on the glass trying to break it, I was crying and couldn't get through, then I noticed how willow (my dog), guinney (my cat) and Brittany (my old dog) where all hanging from the ceiling by what seemed like a noose, with thier stomachs cut open, organs spilled onto the floor, I started to cry even harder, then I looked up to see a dark silhouette walking slowly towards me, clutching onto a knife, at this point I didn't care if I died, so I gave in...
(I went to bed at like 12ish last night, and woke up around 5-6 ish, normally I'll wake up before then)
Then I woke up
To our doorbell
Guess who walks in?
Tim, a guy who has been helping us to redo the house
Who also hasn't been here in a long ass time
Who also jokes about hiding dead bodies in my crawl spaces
Who ALSO loves cheesecake (I'm not even kidding, I made him one before he left)
Anyway, I'm just a bit, uh what would you say? Terrified? Ehehehehehehe
Okay so I'm now updating this like a month later bc I didn't have a rant book yet, nor did I wanna make one just for this so... Here ya go
Another thing
I'm starting to remember my dreams, well if you could even call them that, thier horrible honestly, most of the time I'm paralyzed, I can see everything, I can feel everything, it's so real and it's always along the lines of a tall figure (I assume slenderman) following me, or sometimes taking me, then I completely black out and wake up gasping for air, it's gotten to the point where I'm paranoid over the smallest things, the other day I was walking my dog for the first time in fucking forever, and I kept hearing voices and footsteps behind me, but when I turned around no one was there, I'm also starting to hallucinate, sometimes I'll look out my window and think I see people hanging from trees, I haven't really slept in a while either, it really doesn't help when you don't actually sleep in the first place, I haven't wanted to do much of anything either, I've told my mom about this and she just says I need to stop reading creepypasta, the thing is, I haven't read an actual creepypasta in a long time, last one I read was the one about judge angels that was about a month ago now... I'm sorry you had to read all this I'm just ranting on and on, I'm just being paranoid, I know I'm fine but at the same time people keep coming into our yard, not to mention the dick who keeps coming through here and spinning his tires....
