/r9k/ - ROBOT9999

Do any of you also get extremely gory dreams sometimes? If you do, I’d really like to hear about them and what you think causes them/how to prevent them. I had them more growing up but now that I’m almost an adult they occur only every few months or so.
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I had one last night that I remember so vividly that I can still recall it after going through my whole day. If you don’t want to read this SNCA then don’t, or something.
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The dream took place in squid games, weirdly. I haven’t interacted with anything related to the show in at least over a month. Anyways it was an alternative second rendition of the games but with fans of the show as players. They obviously knew what they were getting themselves into and seemed to be mentally prepared at least, and eager at best, for the infamous gruesome challenges.
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I was thrown right into the action, not as a player but as a video game style spectator. I had cinematic shots, POV views, and such which switched often. I could hear the announcer’s comments but also the voices of the participants. The first and only game I witnessed was a mix of a race, maze, and parkour course where the walls and floors were incredibly slimy and slippery. This game was also a sort of team competition, although I don’t remember what the team goal was. I only remember some players sneaking in dyes to change their shirt colors from red to blue and vice versa so they could be on the same team as their family or friends.
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As the game continued more people had presumably made it to the end, so I turned my focus from those struggling behind to the ones closer to the finish and noticed that a gap in the floor had formed between the maze end and the finish line. I guess the limit of survivors had been reached and no more were allowed through, like in fall guys. Many broke down into tears, anger, and frustration while others turned to begging, praying, and even human sacrifice and other rituals like pouring blood over other’s faces just for the chance of being made an exception.
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None of these pleads however were answered and one of the worst offenders of sacrifice was even set to be fatally tortured as punishment. Four thick wooden poles extended, one from each surrounding wall. They each had a panel close to the front that, when combined with the others into a sort of square ring, served as a funnel for the future victim’s bodies. The wooden poles, slightly thicker than a leg, rotated but the panels stayed in place. The rotating beams now formed a sort of + with the middle part missing. The punished player was throwing in the top, head first. He was squeezed in between the four beams. They were wide enough apart for most of his body to squeeze through, but when it came to his hip it was cracked and crushed. At this point I had been feeling more and more like what he was presumably feeling and woke up.
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Sorry for the SNCA nothing burger of a story. The dreams I had when I was younger were a lot more freaky. They used to show a non-stop compilation of eyeballs being poked out, heads being cracked open on the floor, and brains oozing out of orifices. Now it’s a lot more plot-driven and honestly just cool my mind comes up with shit like this, although sleep paralysis has become increasingly common for me so I just hope the two don’t mix. Also please excuse any ESL, it’s late and I’m typing this on my phono.