Author: Anonymous
When I was about nine years old, I had a dream that was pretty morbid for my age. The setting started off as deep south swamp/marsh terrain. It was me and family members (mostly my sister and cousins with vaguely familiar adults and my parents) we were all gathered around a white pavillion like some kind of wedding was happening, but I don’t remember anyone getting married. The tone starts to shift around dark and I discovered someone had mutilated my sister by cutting her foot off and the last recount of that dream is of my family back at home and there’s a party going on. we’re all back at one of the trailers I grew up in. I wondered into my parents room and see a baby on the bed split perfectly in half, and hollow except for a hotdog where the brain should be, and when I look up where the bathroom is, I see two glowing eyes (It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s the most ominous presence I’ve experienced) some kind of creature with bad intentions. Then the dream ends. This is just what I can remember and write about without getting into long and boring details. I just wanted to share this because it’s a dream that has never left me since I was 9.