I had one where I worked at a school and a 6 year old girl named Cadey (pronounced like Katie) would always bring a toy from home and surprise everyone with it. But one day she brought in her parents’ gun and shot a boy. Everyone was shocked except me, because I had a stop sign growing out of my neck and couldn’t afford to see a doctor 🇺🇸 and was so overwhelmed.
I stood in an endless plane of dirty sepia. From every direction, millions of roads with billions of marching people converged on an impossibly giant being. It immerged at the waist from a bottomless chasm, a distorted and emaciated androgenous figure. It’s abnormally long arms coiled in front of itself in a mock of modesty for it’s nude form. It’s face ends cleanly just above the nose a flat plane where it’s skull should be.
Above it, a an equally large hole is open in the sky, ash rains down from the hole and drifts to gray the land. A rumbling knowledge in my head tells me that the ash is all that’s left of the marching figures as they drop into the hole below the being.
Periodically the being reaches miles into the distance to pluck a single figure by the skull. As it pulls they fractal out into a million reflections of themself, each a portrait of terror, agony, and ecstasy. The rumble shows me that these are the lucky ones, each will create a new path for others to march, though only if their minds survive the touch. Those that don’t are brought to the void of the being’s skull and dropped within.
The rumble in my head pulls me away to a waxy looking cave and I wake.
that’s pretty amazing. if you do anything creative, like art, writing, video games, etc you should try to do something with it.
I’d really like to, but I’m not sure how to use these things in an interesting way, they’re so far removed from any sense of pot. This isn’t even the only one I’ve seen in my dreams either.
from a fiction standpoint, you’d probably want to use this in some character having a vision or hallucination. maybe have some crazy religios leader relating it. this is some revelations level stuff!
I could also imagine it as a vision provoked by contact with some kind of Lovecraftian thing.
I’d definitely go Lovecraftian with it. These have the vibe of something ancient and unknowable, like the machinations of a universe buried long before anything resembling reason came to be.
are you by any chance related to Yoko Taro
I had no idea who this was before your post but his photo on Wikipedia tells me we’re definitely stitched from the same leather.