My twisted dream, has the worst man you can dream...the stuff of nightmare...The devil of the 90s. Freddy Kruger and all his movies ran strong through all the dreams of that generation...asshole..
I cant tell you why I remember so vividly, but some things just seem to stick in your head. (must of been a good pillow)
Ok, so here is the background. Freddy, most sick fucker you could ever imagine. Is chasing me through that creepy ass house he resides. Dark pulsing grey walls I run through, the house has obviously been vacant from too many evil deeds, a small glimmer of light stabs through the cracked windows as I run for my life down the halls. I remember going down some stairs into the basement, but I look down and see the steps wet with blood, it's just gushing from some unknown benevolent force.
I trip and fall to the bottom of the basement, but now it's transformed into a boiler room, the metal is charred black almost like burnt bone was worked into pipes. I stand up and feel as sharp scratch in my groin. Needles start to tickle my goose flesh, down to my neck....it goes deep. I look down to my groin area and I see him under my feet, Freddy with his ugly as fuck face laughing at me. In his hell spawnish hands he has my genitals. Moving my testicles around slowly in each claw. That twisted face, which has been handcrafted by sinew and burned meat, a face which should no longer work properly but obeys the commands of some mythical force, manages a slight grin up to me.
I wake up and scream.
Your dreams...Bub...Your turn
Ps "If your poop in your dreams, you poop for real"