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Christian Weston Chandler Chased Me Through His House
16 years ago
So I had a dream the other night.
I was in Christian Weston Chandler's house, under orders from some authority that only makes sense to a dreaming person's head, that I had to be friends with him and make him happy, under pain of <insert something vague and terrible.>
I don't know who had 'ordered' me to, but I remember feeling that I absolutely had to follow these orders.
So I'm in his house feeling incredibly uncomfortable, surrounded by kitschy horrible furniture covered in years of neglected filth, dirt on the floors and cat crappings in the kitchen. I remember the smell was unbearable. Anyways he started talking about how he wanted me to be his 'Sweetheart to build from the ground up' and how we would have 'Crystal' together, and he started advancing towards me.
I got up and began to run, but all the doors and windows leading to the outside were jammed shut or nailed in with no hammers in sight. I tried breaking the window with one of the kitchen chairs, but my brain must've made it plexiglas or bulletproof or something because it was like Ripley smashing the chair in the rec-room to get herself and Newt away from the facehuggers.
In short the glass didn't fucking break, just kind of wobbled -- and mentioning wobbling, CWC was getting closer.
So I burst into every closet and room I could find, occasionally slipping on mess or stepping on toys littered around the house that hurt my feet.
Eventually, there was only one room left to get to, and I could smell fresh air coming from it so I burst in only to find that it was Chris' room itself. It was full of toys and Pokemon crap and junk and as I was running across to the window covered up by Pokemon card sheets I stepped on a bunch of legos or something that hurt my feet real bad and I fell over.
Chris came trundling in and I lay on my back looking up in horror as he reached out to touch me. I remember feeling completely reviled and choking on the stench of uncleaned room, mouldering old food, stale jizz and sweat. I also remembered weighing out which would be worse -- the fate that the great unknown had explicitly dumped on my head, or enduring his disgusting, quivering, sweating body...
'Oh jesus fucking christ, I have to make this guy happy or else xxx will happen, oh god what do I do!?'
I eventually just closed my eyes and scrambled and squirmed to get away from his awful striped-shirt grasp and ripped down the Pokemon card sheets covering the window, which was open. I remember kicking at him as he tried to grab my legs and worming halfway out the window, lego squares falling off my bare feet.
I looked up and out into the sunshine, and breathed fresh air -- and woke up.
HOW'S THAT FOR AWESOME
Yes I really had this dream, my dreams are ALWAYS this vivid
I was in Christian Weston Chandler's house, under orders from some authority that only makes sense to a dreaming person's head, that I had to be friends with him and make him happy, under pain of <insert something vague and terrible.>
I don't know who had 'ordered' me to, but I remember feeling that I absolutely had to follow these orders.
So I'm in his house feeling incredibly uncomfortable, surrounded by kitschy horrible furniture covered in years of neglected filth, dirt on the floors and cat crappings in the kitchen. I remember the smell was unbearable. Anyways he started talking about how he wanted me to be his 'Sweetheart to build from the ground up' and how we would have 'Crystal' together, and he started advancing towards me.
I got up and began to run, but all the doors and windows leading to the outside were jammed shut or nailed in with no hammers in sight. I tried breaking the window with one of the kitchen chairs, but my brain must've made it plexiglas or bulletproof or something because it was like Ripley smashing the chair in the rec-room to get herself and Newt away from the facehuggers.
In short the glass didn't fucking break, just kind of wobbled -- and mentioning wobbling, CWC was getting closer.
So I burst into every closet and room I could find, occasionally slipping on mess or stepping on toys littered around the house that hurt my feet.
Eventually, there was only one room left to get to, and I could smell fresh air coming from it so I burst in only to find that it was Chris' room itself. It was full of toys and Pokemon crap and junk and as I was running across to the window covered up by Pokemon card sheets I stepped on a bunch of legos or something that hurt my feet real bad and I fell over.
Chris came trundling in and I lay on my back looking up in horror as he reached out to touch me. I remember feeling completely reviled and choking on the stench of uncleaned room, mouldering old food, stale jizz and sweat. I also remembered weighing out which would be worse -- the fate that the great unknown had explicitly dumped on my head, or enduring his disgusting, quivering, sweating body...
'Oh jesus fucking christ, I have to make this guy happy or else xxx will happen, oh god what do I do!?'
I eventually just closed my eyes and scrambled and squirmed to get away from his awful striped-shirt grasp and ripped down the Pokemon card sheets covering the window, which was open. I remember kicking at him as he tried to grab my legs and worming halfway out the window, lego squares falling off my bare feet.
I looked up and out into the sunshine, and breathed fresh air -- and woke up.
HOW'S THAT FOR AWESOME
Yes I really had this dream, my dreams are ALWAYS this vivid
At least you got away, ja?
Good to have dreams where you get away.
zap to the extreme, sonichu
I can't seem to stop vomiting. Is this normal?
keep reading a little bit
not all of it is necessary but, oh man
If you have others, do tell!
I got some pretty fun dreams too, i love to share them or to talk about them with other people haha, it's so much fun.
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I actually had to google this guy, I had never heard of him until you mentioned him in your dream. Soundly creepy, no joke, though... maybe I'm daft, but aren't you a guy? And he's a homophobe, so... maybe it was meant to add to the creep-factor that... the whole procreation part...
Yeah, enough of that. Sounds like a genuine nightmare, I hope you didn't wake up screaming and halfway out a window.
On another note, where you been? :<