Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-26501128-20151203164343/@comment-5632489-20160104002954

The worst dream I ever had was when I was around eight or nine. The dream began at night (like 9:00 PM) and I was in the kitchen fixing myself something to eat when I saw my parents' car leaving and blasting down the road. Naturally I panicked (keep in mind my age when I had this nightmare) and tried to get a hold of someone.

And then another car comes in the driveway. I'm hoping the person in it is just pulling in to change direction, but it steps out of the car and it's some fucking horse/human hybrid thing. Kind of like a satyr, I guess (obviously didn't know what they were called when I was younger). It creeps across the gravel driveway, and I hide behind my kitchen's wall as it darts up the stairs and into the darkness of the hallway and into my parents' empty bedroom.

I am terrified out of my wits now and quietly slip out of the house to go get help. As I'm turning on the street to get sanctuary in my neighbor's house I notice there is a light in my parents' window, and that thing is up there doing god knows what. Without even seeing me, it somehow senses that I've escaped the house, lets out this fucking horrifying, soul piercing shriek, and I can hear the stairs creaking as it darts down them to come and do god knows what to me. The dream ended before I could see it burst through the front door.

That dream fucked me up for awhile. I still don't like talking about it often.