Hello everyone, and welcome to our madness.
This fanfic is based on a discussion I had with a friend of mine earlier.
We were talking about nightmares, as the title implies. We found that 2
of our dreams had been linked, in a weird way: I was looking at a
bubbling pool in my dream, he was drowning in it in his dream. For real,
too!! Then he talked about a dream which he insists was a sick anime he
had seen around preschool-age; I doubt that anyone could make an anime as
sick as he said it was(maybe a mix of his imagination and 'Heavy
Metal'?), he even now becomes nervous whenever anyone stands behind
him(and this is a guy who _laughed_ at "'Anaconda"'s gory scenes,
folks!!). As for me, I don't get scared. Sure, you can startle me; that's
a mental reflex. However, I have yet to find anything to sincerely freak
me out.
Anyway, enjoy the fic; oh yeah, this is voluntarily rated NC-17 for
intensity, language, sex, and extreme ultra-violence. Anyone who is
spooked easy; don't read this.
But for those who want to see some seriously sweeeeet shit, here ya
go!!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to SD, I hope you feel better soon, and Vincent Price, who
should have been Genod Ikari's voice actor.
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Welcome to my nightmare, charlie brown!!!!!!!!!!
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A self-insertion night of hell
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"All
these memories
fill my heart,
they bury me"
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The scientific, psychological reason for nightmares is usually stress, or
your body's adrenaline system acting up. The metaphysical one usually has
gremlins, or bad chi, or other such things.
Neither is right.
An integral part of fear is confusion. You don't know how or why. Then
you find out, and things get worse..........
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<what the hell-?> that was my first thought. I had just gotten my first
personal email account, so I remember the night. I was in a room filled
with creatures. It seemed so surreal-like I was in a painting for World
of Darkness:Changeling. Then their leader showed up. He looked like a
member of KISS. He didn't really talk-it was just a voice in my mind, not
mine, not the voice I knew as mine but a different one; the one I only
'heard in my nightmares. Because in my nightmares, I also felt pain.
Nothing serious, like 'A nightmare on Elm Street', just aches when I woke
up, sore limbs or muscles which reminded me of what had happened.Of the
'voice', which I heard. And it only 'said' one thing, this time: <I'll
give you a head start...> I ran for a door. I found one, and the outside
of it was an airport. Their was a group of people walking to a plane. I
ran to it, and walked side by side with a darkhaired girl, who said they
had been looking for me. I turned around and saw a red blur moving
through the line. I turned, and yet again she talked about our ride.
Then I felt pain.
Then I felt nothing.
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Flynn wasn't having a better time. Two huge, slimy creatures were arguing
over who got him. They each held up scissors, rasping, "He's mine!!!!!
He's mine!!!!" and started to slash each other's necks up, causing blood
to spray like an opressive downpour in Portland Oregon during December.
Flynn, trying not to slip on the blood as the things impaled each other's
necks and popped out their adam's apples's, ran away, but flet something
*splat* against his back. It was one of the freaks's voice boxes. He
continued running.
After running for a while, he came across an android girl. She was hooked
up to a terminal and seemingly asleep; while a 'Missing Component' sign
flashed on the terminal screen. Flynn picked up a circuit board and
prepared to insert it; however, he didn't know where. After inspecting
its perfect plastic body, he realized where it had to go. <In her _ass_?
No.......farther down...........> Flynn couldn't believe this. But he had
no choice, so he slid the circuit board into place, and proceeded to hear
some _very_ strange noises. The android girl's well-rounded buttocks
suddenly reformed, showing a circuit breaker board.<Now, why would this
be here?> Flynn thought sarcastically, when suddenly-
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-He was drowning. He didn't know how or why. He couldn't move. Flynn
could hear his family screaming, but all her could do was sink lower and
lower, his lungs beginning to drown in water as he
sunk...................
Then he saw a shark. He couldn't resist. Time to die. The sting of his
arm being ripped off was greatly dulled by the loss of air, but was still
a sharp pain. The epitome of hell, really- on the brink of death, but
never actually dying. That's how it felt, until his lungs finally gave as
the shark bit into his chest, giving beautiful, painful, release.
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I was suddenly outside of a house. There was a pool. One side had a dark
stain and the other was bubbling like a whitewater rapid. I ran inside as
fast as I could. For a second, I could have sworn someone was watching
me. I went to the top of a staircase in the room, which was completely
covered in blue calico wallpaper. I made a decision. I was going to wake
up. <I've done this before, right? just jump off the stairs and wake up.
So I jumped in the air.......landed.....felt crushing pain in my
legs... and woke up, with a leg that stayed sore the rest of the day.
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"Somewhere in time, He is laughing at us....."
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Oh, well. I guess it wasn't THAT bad. You probably read worse, though I
doubt it. In fact, if you can find a fic that matches this for
graphicness(other than anything else I write, ^_^), send it to me. Maybe
I'll make this bigger some other time.
But hey; you'll have to admit this would be scary if it all happened as a
confusing dream, wouldn't it?
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