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The subconscious is a scary thing:)
I once had the following dream...
I was with a friend, either on a hike or just "found myself" in a village standing on a swamp.
It was getting dark. Horrible shadows were appearing all around. And the village was completely empty. Not a soul. I immediately understood that it was because of the terrible creatures. In general, I knew that we needed to spend the night there, because continuing our journey at night, through such swamps and scary forests, without waiting for morning, would be a very unpleasant way to commit suicide.
For some reason, we weren't waiting in the village itself, but on its outskirts, near an old house. Going into the village, and especially into the houses, was simply absurd, I don't know why. There was something bad emanating from it...
It felt like evil.
And we were standing knee-deep in the swamp right next to the wall of the house, waiting for morning. There was also this feeling – either we had a fire, or we didn't.
And suddenly, I clearly realized that "they're coming." I could already hear some kind of howling. And to the left was the cursed village, behind, to the right, and in front – swamps, and beyond them, about a hundred meters away, a forest with scary, gnarled trees.
And from everywhere we heard moans, howls, knocks, rustling, and on the edge of visibility, there were already some silhouettes. Many silhouettes.
And right in the air, a strange gray man appeared, without arms, walking awkwardly; he was a monster, in general.
I remember, we were scared, we stood still, and he was walking towards us, but somehow very slowly. I say "we" because I felt the presence of my friend, but throughout the dream, I never actually saw him.
And suddenly, it started to get a little lighter, and I realized that there was a chance to survive. Then, a scream came from the cursed village, and I saw a little man running towards us, shouting for us to leave, because it was a very terrible place. And we went through the village, reached the road that had appeared there, and somehow... got away from there.
And in the morning, I was driving past the village with my relatives. We stopped there, I visited our "overnight" spot, and then someone scratched our car hood. And we left.
That's it.
I once had the following dream...
I was with a friend, either on a hike or just "found myself" in a village standing on a swamp.
It was getting dark. Horrible shadows were appearing all around. And the village was completely empty. Not a soul. I immediately understood that it was because of the terrible creatures. In general, I knew that we needed to spend the night there, because continuing our journey at night, through such swamps and scary forests, without waiting for morning, would be a very unpleasant way to commit suicide.
For some reason, we weren't waiting in the village itself, but on its outskirts, near an old house. Going into the village, and especially into the houses, was simply absurd, I don't know why. There was something bad emanating from it...
It felt like evil.
And we were standing knee-deep in the swamp right next to the wall of the house, waiting for morning. There was also this feeling – either we had a fire, or we didn't.
And suddenly, I clearly realized that "they're coming." I could already hear some kind of howling. And to the left was the cursed village, behind, to the right, and in front – swamps, and beyond them, about a hundred meters away, a forest with scary, gnarled trees.
And from everywhere we heard moans, howls, knocks, rustling, and on the edge of visibility, there were already some silhouettes. Many silhouettes.
And right in the air, a strange gray man appeared, without arms, walking awkwardly; he was a monster, in general.
I remember, we were scared, we stood still, and he was walking towards us, but somehow very slowly. I say "we" because I felt the presence of my friend, but throughout the dream, I never actually saw him.
And suddenly, it started to get a little lighter, and I realized that there was a chance to survive. Then, a scream came from the cursed village, and I saw a little man running towards us, shouting for us to leave, because it was a very terrible place. And we went through the village, reached the road that had appeared there, and somehow... got away from there.
And in the morning, I was driving past the village with my relatives. We stopped there, I visited our "overnight" spot, and then someone scratched our car hood. And we left.
That's it.
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.