Yay, nothing like taking a short nap and having a nightmare. DD:
This may be nightmare fuel, so be warned.
I forgot how it started, but for some reason, I was with a strange group of people in my house. Maybe 3 or 4 strangers.
One of the early bits began with me having a normal conversation with one woman who was doing some office work in my dining room. She seemed to have brought over her 3D printer and created some plastic folders and other office related items with it. I don't quite remember what we were conversing about, but we were having fun.
Next segment I can remember, a strange man with a trench coat, which looked something like
this, but bulkier and more masculine, was fighting with one of the strangers. I couldn't see the trench coat man's face, but he pulled out a massive chainsaw and chased the man with it for most of my "dream".
The last part, I went outside my house for whatever reason and the two were still going at it. Trench man chased him out of the house with his chainsaw, the man fumbling around on the grass and hopping the fence to escape.
The next thing I know, the Trench coat man turns toward me. I swear to God, he had one of the most terrifying faces I've ever seen.
His appearance was that of an old man, perhaps 70-80, but his face was
extrodinarily pale, to the point of looking like he was sick. The eyes were eeriy wide open and had these strange foggy, yet striking, blue eyes. His cheeks were saggy and mounted on his coat collar. And his mouth was in a permanent frown, never once changing emotion.
His eyes and mouth were a bit like
this and his face had this weird uncanny valley feel to it. Like he was human, but maybe not really from this world. I suppose the uncanny feel could be compared to
this. Mix those two images together, give it dangerously pale skin and saggy skin, and you have the Trench man.
Anyway, towards the end of the nightmare, he discarded his chainsaw on the grass and slowly walked towards me. For whatever reason, I didn't run away to the backyard. I could've easily escape through my backyard but didn't! I'm sure the idea was in the back of my mind, but my legs refused to cooperate.
He glared at me with those big haunting eyes of his, never blinking, and pulled out a sword. He stabbed me in the gut, however, it only felt like a pinch (since I don't actually know how it feels to be stabbed).
Next, he grabs onto my arm tightly and pulls out a knife. I took his sword and stabbed myself in the hand. Now this..... I'm not really sure why I did this. I think I tried to show him that I was "crazy" and could handle the pain easily. In doing so, I had hoped he would back off and leave me alone. I guess I didn't stab him because the angle was odd or something? I dunno.
Instead, he took his knife and began to cut off a piece of my thumb slowly. THAT was when I desperately tried to break free. I mean, yes, I tried to break free from the get-go when he stabbed me with the sword, but my brain really went into overdrive when he used my hand as his Turkey. He never cut it off fully because I managed to end the nightmare.
I woke up right when he began to do it. My heart was hammering in my chest and I had to walk around a bit.
That..... was easily the most frightening nightmare I've had, in recent memory. Partially because I don't have nightmares often, I suppose. But still... his creepy pale uncanny valley face scared the [parasitic bomb] out of me. D:
Some Thanksgiving day. I could really use a hug right now. *curls up in a corner*