>>33365468
that's okay... but it would be cool if anons knew more cool words
>>33365465
word that sounds cool but is horrifying please don't type that *knocks on wood to ward off bad cancerous spirits hopefully*

Tomorrow I’ll read the stories, vote and critique. I’ve had a busy week. I was wondering if I could share a dream I had last night with you anons. Give me your thoughts. It’s been on my mind all day, and I can’t seem to shake it off. I really feel like it was trying to tell me something. I’m not writing poetry here, so here goes.

Last night I dreamed I was drifting through the ocean. It was night and it was storming. The waves were violent. Others were struggling to stay above the surface. The waves were violent, everyone was in a panic. I wasn’t. I saw a rock and thought I could climb it to get out. A voice screamed. ‘Don’t climb the rock! You’ll die!’ The voice, without uttering a word, assured me that if I’d simply let myself be taken along the waves, I’d eventually safely reach the shore. But I refused. I climbed the rock and immediately felt vindicated. ‘What a stupid voice.’, I thought. Others were with me climbing as well. As I climbed, the rock transformed into scaffolding, slowly a building emerged, and as I went in, I found myself in the desolate corridors of an abandoned, functionless building. Nothing could be discerned as to its purpose, but I felt it was evil. The hallways were dark, vaguely lit, and I was all alone. I felt an intense fear come over me. It was mortifying. Almost unbearable. Pure fear. But I was stubborn. I paced through its hallways slowly and deliberately, feeling the sting of fear consciously. I didn’t try to run or rush through. I had a will to overcome it, I was fighting. But it was useless, it proved too much for me. There was a safe haven, a corridor that felt safe which I resided in. Though nothing about this corridor seemed visually different from anything else inside the building. A group of students were there. I felt I was a student too. There was a teacher as well. I kept going back into the buildings haunting spaces, but found I hadn’t the strength to remain there for long, and returned to this safe haven amongst the students constantly. I went in again, and stayed too long, the fear overcome me, I went back to my safe haven, but the fear wouldn’t dissipate. The teacher tried to comfort, the students stood by indifferent as I slowly lost consciousness, and fainted inside my dream, going in a layer deeper. When I awoke, I saw myself from a distance, lying in the grass, the teacher and the students stood around me in a circle. I was observing the scene as an outsider. The grass area was but an opening, an inner courtyard. The heart of the building. The sunlight shined through, the only natural light I saw in this dream. The feeling was one of serenity, and comfort. It’s here that I awoke. When I fall asleep, or faint inside a dream, I ALWAYS have a terrible nightmare. This time, though the feelings of fear in the corridors were extremely intense, it ended on a positive note, despite me fainting. And the negative feelings were somehow neutralised when I awoke.