Dragon's Lair
- Locked by breadgirl69 on Mar 4, '22 6:10pmReason: Request
Thread Topic: Dragon's Lair
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I'm awake but my body is too tired to get out of bed
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Lol same but I have to.
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I'm comfy
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I've been having kind of disturbing dreams lately
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Like what?
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Three nights ago (the same one I had a couple months ago): I was back at my old school helping make a meal for I don't remember who or at what time of day. I didn't recognize anyone in the kitchen. They were going on and on about me being so helpful in a pinch.
Well, while I was holding the coffee pot, someone asked me to give them some of the pickles from the metal bowl beside me. The bowl was at least half pickle juice half pickles. When I dipped my hand in, all of a sudden there was this bolt of lightning going from one side of the bowl to the other.
Then out of the blue, both hands were in the bowl. I was freaking out because there was a bolt of lightning so close to my hands. I wasn't able to take my hands out of the bowl for some reason.
Then my hands were on fire. A moment later, other spots on my body caught on fire. The people in the room were also beginning to catch on fire, but not nearly as bad as I was. Everyone was just staring at me as if I were some sort of circus performance. I had to scream at the people who weren't on fire to get some water, a fire extinguisher, something, anything to put the fire out.
So they started slowly putting the fires out. Starting with the people who had just been set aflame. This entire time, the fire on me had been getting worse and worse. When they were done putting the fire out on everyone except me, all of them started staring at me again. I had to scream and yell and cry for them to finally and unceremoniously throw a bucket of water on me as if they could care less.
I was obviously shaken up. I looked down at my hands to see them all red and disformed and charred.
Then I woke up. -
Two nights ago: My family and I were going to eat at a fancy restaurant. The building was very tall, at least seven floors. We walked into the lobby, where we were immediately rushed to the elevator, surrounded by, "Welcome!" "We're so glad to have you here!" I don't remember which floor we were on, but when the elevator opened, there was a room with a very long wooden dining table, and was almost as tall as my sister (who's just over 5 ft). Behind the head of the table were two windows right next to each other looking out on the city, and on either side of those windows was a stained glass window. To the right was a plain wall with paintings on the wall, and too the left was a fridge with a glass sliding door. Inside the fridge was a bag of cheesey ruffles, and a frozen pizza, besides that there were bottles of alcohol.
We sat down at the table which had very tall chairs, and looked at the menus. The meals were extremely expensive, the most expensive one was $2million and the cheapest was $5 thousand. We were about to leave when someone slammed the door open and walked in. A super tall man, probably 7ft tall, with pale gray hair wearing a black suit and tie, walked in. As soon as the door opened I felt intimidated by him.
For some reason my parents and sister stood up as soon as he came in, but I stayed seated. I was sitting at the head of the table, my sister and my mom were on my right, and my dad was on my left. The man walked over to me and told me to stand up. I did so. While he was telling my parents why they should be in the restaurant, he took out my hair tie which had been holding my hair in a ponytail. He began to stroke my hair. I could feel his long fingers digging into my scalp. Suddenly he gripped my hair in his hand and told my parents I would be compensation for the trouble they had caused. They tried to reason with him, but it didn't work. Eventually, they just left. I watched them drive away before I was dragged into the elevator. It went up to the top floor. When the doors opened, I was in a very clean penthouse.
"There's someone I'd like you to meet," he said in his professional yet evil voice. He brought me to another room, but when the door to it opened, I woke up. -
Last night: I was at school. I went down a trap door between the English classroom and one of the Science classrooms (there's no trap doors in the school irl, it's solid concrete under the carpet). When I got to the bottom, I was in what looked like a front lawn without a driveway. There was a medium-sized dog, a border collie, I think, behind a fence. I played with him for a few minutes, when suddenly the dog vanished and I was surrounded by flames. The stairs to get back up were suddenly a long ways away. By the time I got there, I was covered in sweat, my ears were stinging, so I was crying, my movements were sluggish from breathing in smoke rather than oxygen, and I smelled like smoke too. I made it up the stairs and I was back in the school. The door closed by itself as I was curled up in the corner gasping for air. People walking past ignored me. Then J was there, freaking out asking if I was hurt, if I was ok, and so on, and soon V was there too. After that I woke up.
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They're gradually getting a little less freaky, but still, they've all been disturbing.
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Oh
That’s kind of scary. All of my dreams are kind of exhilarating but really creepy at the same time -
Nice
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Why are rolled up sleeves so attractive like seriously.
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Why are you texting me you're literally downstairs.
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I do that 👁👄👁
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Welp
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