That's what time I started typing this. I passed out early last night, and woke up at around 2, 2:30am. Thankfully I don't have to be at work in the morning. I ended up waking up because of a dream. This dream was not my normal dream, and I think it's a result of you know who.
In my dream, I had woken up from sleeping, and I was apparently getting ready for a day out with friends from school. We were having some sort of reunion, and we had plans to go into NYC for the day. We were going to meet up at the Ripley's Museum, which is only a few blocks from the Port Authority. So I take the bus from right by my house to get into the city. Normally, it takes about 30 minutes or so, if there is no traffic. I'm on the bus, going through the Lincoln Tunnel, but when we get to the other side, I'm not in NYC. At least, it wasn't NYC of today, I believe.
All around me, there were trees. Yes, trees. My immediate thought is that I need to get off the bus and away from them. But the bus won't stop. It keeps driving. I look around, and I see, on the bus, everybody else is wearing a mask. I feel I'm on a bus with all proxies now. Even the bus driver had a mask on. I'm almost ready to crap myself, but then I realize something: it's still a dream. I can still control certain aspects of it. So I reach under my seat, and I look to see if there is another mask for me. There is. I immediately put the mask on, so as not to attract unwanted attention.
The bus finally makes a stop, right outside a large building. It looks like an old church of some kind, but I'm not sure. Everybody starts getting off, and I decide to follow. Dream or not, I may get some information I can use. I walk with everybody into the church. This room is huge, though. I would say, there had to be at least 200 proxies. I sit down in one row, and I wait. The person next to me taps my shoulder. I turn, and this person whispers in my ear, "You aren't one of them either, are you?" It was in a female's voice. I whisper back, "No, I'm not. I'm not sure how I got here honestly." "Same here. I went to sleep, and I thought I was dreaming. This seems too real though." She thought she was dreaming too. Could it be another fighter/runner that I just met?
Suddenly, everybody starts to stand up and begins chanting. The words they spoke are the exact same ones that the proxy said to me when I was attacked. Me and my new buddy followed, even though we didn't know what we were saying. At the front of the church, in front of this podium, a black mass starts to appear. Slowly, I see tentacles coming out, and I realize that Slenderman is coming. Before I can make a break for it, a tentacle shoots forward and wraps itself around the girl next to me. Within seconds, her body goes limp. I look back up, and I see His face now peering in my direction. One of the other proxies grabs me, and he whispers in my ear, "He has plans for you."
That's when I woke up.
I really have some messed up dreams, don't I?
But it makes me wonder too.
I controlled a few aspects of it, but how do I know that He wasn't controlling any of it either?
If that's the case, then what "plans" does he have for me?
Well, whatever they are, I'm going to spoil them for him.
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