i have one or two recurring dreams, but mainly one nightmare that comes back in various forms.
i'll wake up, laying in a dirty, burned and charred field. skeletons of old houses will be in the distance, but it seems i'm in a clearing. there's a wall of solid brick nearby, as if it's literally one giant brick instead of a brickwork patter. the brick has manacles and shit on it, it was obviously used as some sort of restraint device. the only way i can move is towards it, until i end up strapping myself into it because it's the only movements i can make. and then the deaths come. one by one, people will kind of pop up and die a terrible, terrible death- stung to death by bees, choking on the air, or even spontaneous combustion. they're all terrible in their own rights, and play off of a fear of the person who's dying. they're typically people i'd consider irreplacable or good friends- amethyst has been a part of one once. she was swarmed by spiders.
eventually a man will kind of... fizzle into existance. he'll say a few inaudible words, and the people stop coming. he's wearing a hood, and a robe, and i can't see his face- until he slides off the hood. it's the face of my mother's ex, who was a really big part of my earlier years, and not in a good way. and even though i know it'll be him every time, the shock value is still the same. he'll commend me on not breaking down, and then he'll begin tortures again. cattle prods are generally a recurring theme. and it just kind of goes on until i wake up- i've been having this particular dream since i was like 8 and moved out of my mother's house (which was with her ex) and with my father.
there's always the couple of nights where i don't even make it to the giant brick-restraint, or there's nights where it seems it lasts an eternity.
silver out this was trippy as balls to write down