The Rusted Blood Barn.
I had this dream after having a bit too much coffee and staying up a bit too late and watching Lords of Chaos, a film which had extremely graphic scenes of the lead singer cutting himself and shedding his blood on fans and then shortly thereafter committing suicide with stabbing and a gunshot wound to the head. These scenes were wildly explicit. I've never said a movie had given me nightmares before this.
I was in a dark house, I believe I was a child. I felt small and the bed I was on felt massive. I couldn't reach the bottom of it laying down, even though I was only sitting up at the time. My feet seemed so far from the bottom. The room felt in squalor and felt unfamiliar. There were wood walls or wooden paneling as the walls. There was a low light lamp in some corner of the room, I believe behind me. A television was on the far end of the room, catty-cornered. I lay there, waiting for someone to come in and find me or to come and pick me up so I could leave. The television was playing violent videos, nothing that felt like a movie, but instead a rotation of scenes or murder and tons of blood gushing from wounds and down faces. I was being forced to watch in a way because I had to tell them what I had seen. Keeping my eyes glued to it was a chore. I felt the more I watched, the more someone was more likely to come up behind me. It felt like I would be taken or stolen or assaulted.
There was a barn in a very similar theme. It was darkened and there were horses in it. I remember a man there with the horses and I watched the horse trample the man's arm and it was mutilated, smashed as if run through a meat grinder. It seemed there were almost edited visions, repeatedly, of the horse stepping on the arm so that I would see it was done purposefully.
Further into the barn, there was a man working with me trying to get me out of there. He didn't work there, but he had been there before. He seemed somewhat trustworthy. I followed him for a good bit. I think I had to peer around a corner ahead of where we were. We heard something ahead of us, someone that was half creature and half man, someone who had been in this barn for a long time and hadn't left. The man held my dog, and he was small. The dog struggled and got away from him and behind me, I heard the helpful man's voice cry, "No, no!" and when I turned and took my few steps back towards where he was and saw that he let my dog run and fall into what seemed like a well. It was an opening in the floor that was perfectly circular. My dog had fallen down into that hole. The trustworthy man found a chain which he tossed down in hopes that my dog would grab it so we could pull him up. As soon as my dog figured out how to get his head inside the chain, the main screamed terribly again. The lurking creature had grabbed hold of the chain and yanked it, pulling my dog up like a fish. It went over my head and I knew that my dog was being devoured by this creature behind me and I couldn't bear to look.
When I woke, I was in a state of actual 'terror'. I couldn't move, I couldn't look around. I kept hearing my television settle in the night and the loud popping made me jump. I wanted to turn it on but had that childlike frozen feeling of not wanting to move or I might be discovered. As dream trickled into reality, I started to feel paranoid about real-life things such as whether or not I'd locked all the doors, if any windows were open, and if anyone had been in or out of the house without my knowledge.
I was in a dark house, I believe I was a child. I felt small and the bed I was on felt massive. I couldn't reach the bottom of it laying down, even though I was only sitting up at the time. My feet seemed so far from the bottom. The room felt in squalor and felt unfamiliar. There were wood walls or wooden paneling as the walls. There was a low light lamp in some corner of the room, I believe behind me. A television was on the far end of the room, catty-cornered. I lay there, waiting for someone to come in and find me or to come and pick me up so I could leave. The television was playing violent videos, nothing that felt like a movie, but instead a rotation of scenes or murder and tons of blood gushing from wounds and down faces. I was being forced to watch in a way because I had to tell them what I had seen. Keeping my eyes glued to it was a chore. I felt the more I watched, the more someone was more likely to come up behind me. It felt like I would be taken or stolen or assaulted.
There was a barn in a very similar theme. It was darkened and there were horses in it. I remember a man there with the horses and I watched the horse trample the man's arm and it was mutilated, smashed as if run through a meat grinder. It seemed there were almost edited visions, repeatedly, of the horse stepping on the arm so that I would see it was done purposefully.
Further into the barn, there was a man working with me trying to get me out of there. He didn't work there, but he had been there before. He seemed somewhat trustworthy. I followed him for a good bit. I think I had to peer around a corner ahead of where we were. We heard something ahead of us, someone that was half creature and half man, someone who had been in this barn for a long time and hadn't left. The man held my dog, and he was small. The dog struggled and got away from him and behind me, I heard the helpful man's voice cry, "No, no!" and when I turned and took my few steps back towards where he was and saw that he let my dog run and fall into what seemed like a well. It was an opening in the floor that was perfectly circular. My dog had fallen down into that hole. The trustworthy man found a chain which he tossed down in hopes that my dog would grab it so we could pull him up. As soon as my dog figured out how to get his head inside the chain, the main screamed terribly again. The lurking creature had grabbed hold of the chain and yanked it, pulling my dog up like a fish. It went over my head and I knew that my dog was being devoured by this creature behind me and I couldn't bear to look.
When I woke, I was in a state of actual 'terror'. I couldn't move, I couldn't look around. I kept hearing my television settle in the night and the loud popping made me jump. I wanted to turn it on but had that childlike frozen feeling of not wanting to move or I might be discovered. As dream trickled into reality, I started to feel paranoid about real-life things such as whether or not I'd locked all the doors, if any windows were open, and if anyone had been in or out of the house without my knowledge.
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