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Dream or Nightmare?

I was confused, actually it was what I always wanted wasn't it? "No", I should have said. "No", when I got up this morning, and I found myself in a strange house. It was very big and it seemed very strange to me. It wasn't my home, didn't look like it even a bit. I had a queasy feeling... something like hunger... I hadn't eaten for days. Why? I had no idea that today was going to be my nightmare... When I got ready in the evening, I went out and I, I couldn't see anything anymore... everything around me pricked my eyes like thorns, like if something would blind me I didn't know where I was going I didn't know how far it was to the abyss... I didn't know what I was doing here... What I did know was: My face was stiff without any emotion and my feet hurt so much with every step, like I was walking over a mixture of hot ashes and knife blades. I knew if I do one thing wrong my whole life would change forever... When I felt the abyss being near I stopped... I felt sick seeing the creature in front of me... It was skinny and its voice was so squeaky, like when chalk scratches on a blackboard... I had been afraid of this encounter all my life, and even before I knew the words the skinny creature would utter, I knew my life would change when I finally heard them: "Ich habe Leider kein Foto für dich..."
==Traum oder Albtraum? (Original German Version)==
Ich war verwirrt, eigentlich war es doch das was ich immer wollte oder etwa nicht? Nein, hätte ich sagen sollen. Nein als ich heute Morgen aufgestanden bin, ich befand mich in einem fremden Haus .Es war sehr groß und es kam mir sehr fremd vor. Es war nicht mein zu Hause noch nicht mal ein Bisschen. Ich hatte ein mulmiges Gefühl ... etwas wie Hunger... Ich hatte seit Tagen nichts mehr gegessen. Warum? Ich hatte ja keine Ahnung das mein Albtraum heute war wird ...Als ich mich dann am Abend fertig machte, ging ich raus und ich, ich konnte nichts mehr sehen ...alles um mich herum stach in meinen Augen wie Stachel, so als ob mich etwas blenden würde. Ich wusste nicht wo ich hin lief ich wusste nicht wie weit es noch bis zum Abgrund war ...Ich wusste nicht, was ich hier tat... Was ich wusste war: Mein Gesicht war starr ohne jeden Gefühlsausdruck und meine Füße taten so weh bei jedem Schritt, Als würde ich über eine Mischung aus heißer Asche und Messerklingen gehen. Ich wusste wenn ich eine Sache falsch mache verändert sich mein ganzes Leben ...Als ich das Gefühl hatte der Abgrund ist nahe blieb ich stehen ... Mir wurde schlecht als ich die Kreatur vor mir sah ...Sie war dürr und ihre Stimme war so quietschig ,wie wenn eine Kreide an einer Tafel kratzt ...Ich hatte mein Leben lang Angst vor dieser Begegnung vor diesen Worten die die dürre Kreatur nun sagen würde ich wusste mein Leben verändert sich als ich hörte: "Ich habe Leider kein Foto für dich..."
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Dream will cure all diseases and end world hunger

Okay so, I know this sub is inhabited with filthy, disgusting dreamphobes, but hopefully I can convince you all of why I think this way and am undoubtedly right. First off, Dream is by far the greatest content creator of all generations, he's extremely funny with his gut punching routine of screaming and yelling, this is not only hilarious but also keeps my and all of his other loyal supporters attention in check. There are some who would accuse him of being "childish" but I find it intensely helpful, as I and many other loyal dream fanatics had our fathers leave us at a young age meaning I can experience the father I never had through dream, and like he's stated many times on his twitter, he loves every single one of us, which basically makes us family. All of us sane people have caught on to dreams genius as not just a creator, but a true deity among men, who is more perfect than any could deserve, but there are still some losers (to refer to the Christian bible, which has many similarities to dreams story, these filth would be known as sinners) who believe dream is somehow not the greatest creator of all, some even go as far to say he cheated in his speedrun due to his otherworldly luck, these fools clearly do not understand dream and how he is a truly blessed figure who can do no wrong, giving him perfect luck. As we all know, dream will surely take over control of the United states within the next few months due to his overwhelming appeal that not even Joe Biden can match, soon the dream empire will conquer all countries until dream is the only ruler on earth, creating a true utopian society, ending all world hunger and disease as promised. The first order of the new dream regime will be to punish all of the evil dream deniers. You still have a few months to begin worship of dream to avoid this fate however. I will indeed rule the world alongside dream as he said he personally loves me and all his other subs (although I couldn't dare hope to be an equal to him), I shall be the ruler of the upper class, made up entirely of his loyal subs. The middle class will be formed by those who showed indifference towards dream (however they will be shortly converted). The final and lowest class will be made up of dream deniers, they will be placed in shabby, unsanitary houses and will quickly starve to death unless they convert to dreamology and become dreamsexuals like all others. This will then create a true utopian world in which no conflict will exist, all watched by our loving ruler, Dream Minecraft.
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Dreams Affect Life

So what if I'm crazy? I don't care. Just make it leave me alone. It's the creature that causes nightmares. We all have different ones. Like the "Slenderman" looking one or such. Mine has a different name. "Snaggle." Now you can make fun of it all you want, I don't care. Just pay attention.
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==Dream One:==
I was down in my basement, where my grandparents live. Sitting at the table. Playing with "Play-doh." My mom was there too. All of the sudden, I got picked up and spun across the room. My mother yelled at something. Later in that dream, this ghost kept attacking me. Out in the backyard or in the house. Then, strangely, my hall (which had no windows) had windows everywhere, and torches lit. I ran across the hall, watching the red sky. Then I grabbed the air, and tossed it out the window.
Snaggle is dead.
==Some other dream==
After a few other snaggle dreams, I had a nightmare where I was in my parlor and I broke my "Tech Deck" so I went to the bathroom door and knocked. My mother stuck her head out a bit and asked what I need. 
"Can you fix this?" I looked in my hand at the tech-deck. It was gone. I turned back, it was sitting in the now dark parlor. I jumped for it. I grabbed it and crawled back to the door. I held it to the door and my mother swung it open. "My present is out there!" she yelled. She ran out there and knelt by the table for a few seconds. Then she said, "Aww, Snaggle got it."
That's how I learned his name.
==Fever Dreams:==
I'm walking along a sidewalk. Someone walks up to me. 
"What's wrong?" I feel as it there's a flower or some kind of happiness around me. 
"Nothing," I say. This cruel evil voice comes down and yells "WHERE IS IT?!" He's looking for the last piece to the machine to destroy the world. I pretend to not know where it is. Tears well in my eyes. People keep passing me. One child at a time. "Hi," I keep repeating. Then I burst into tears and Snaggle finds it. I just remember the booming voice and sadness after that.
==Fun Fun:==
I was in my house. Dark, trying to clean. Then some bumper cars appeared and me and my friend were crashing into my other "friend" who I hated. Then we eventually killed him. "Can we go now?" I ask. 
"Yes," Snaggle says. 
"REALLY?!" I say.
"NO! NOW CLEAN!" he booms.
Please tell me about your Nightmare Monster. And help me...
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Dreams Do Come True

Unknown to most, dreams do come true.
To know what is true, we must know what a dream is.
A dream is the mind in a paradise of its own; free from the body.
Sometimes there's trouble in paradise..
Sometimes terrible things happen in dreams.
Things too horrible and disturbing to ever happen in life.
Everything you ever had could burn in a fire.
Your pathetic world melting before your eyes..
Then you would wake up; everything's just fine now?
You take so much for granted; have you learned nothing?
You're a disgusting waste of a person.
You'll learn someday..
Do I have to show you the meaning of your life; would you care then?
Is your being all you treasure, with no consideration of others?
They say shall you perish in your dreams, you'll never wake up.
Thankfully, your world burned down with you..
..I guess dreams do come true, don't they?
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Dreams Don't Exist...

Dreams don't exist. When you wake up, you don't remember what you had seen in you sleep. You don't remember what you heard or anything previous to your awakening. You may think that the pleasant set of thoughts in your head were obviously what you had experienced in your sleep. Your subconscious lies to you and tells you that your night's rest was peaceful and sweet. But, like I said, it's a lie...
Do you remember what your dream was? No. They don't let you remember. They want you to forget. They make you think that everything was okay, they start it of good and sweet. But then after a little while it goes sour. Your beautiful dream world dies and everything you know stops. Your beloved sweet heart disappears, your family is slowly killed before your eyes as well as the friends that you knew. And all that's left is you and the dream companions that never existed. They transform into grotesque beasts and monsters. All that's left is the choice to wake up or run. But you can't wake up, no matter how hard you try. The only choice left is to run. You run and you run and you run, but they keep catching up with you. And now your dream world transforms into your own personal hell. They beasts are still after you, so you look very little at the changing world around you. Eventually they catch up and snatch you. Then they real pain starts.
People in white masks come and greet you. They seem like the only friendly thing there, But your wrong. They lead you into a black room. They ask you questions and if there is no answer, then they make you answer. If not one way, another, they make you talk. And after, in someway, you are disposed of.
Like I said, dreams don't exist. Only nightmares...
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Dreams come true

i was 8 year kid, i love games. i found a game name avatar the last air bender. i download. i play it for 5 mins. my dad said its bed time. i went to sleep.i dream about a haunt house. i look in the window. my mom and dad was outside. i want to the hallway. i hear a voice. i look behide. it was a blind girl. she was only 6 years old. she said do never dream again. she ran so fast. i found a room with dead bodes. i found a note that said do never never dream again.
i found the key. i use it for the front door. it work.i open the door.
there are 10 blind girls. they all said make this end now. i wake up.
about 2 years later.
i went to school everyone was taking about the blind girl. the teacher said this blind girl.
3 hours later.
i look outside. i saw the blind girl. the blind girl said can i join you. i said yes. i said why are you in my dreams for. because i'm trying to help you said the blind girl.
later that day
i play avatar the last air bender. the blind girl come to my room and said what are you doing. playing avatar the last air bender. the blind girl said ok. 5 hours later: i beat the game. a code pop up it said 1249313949101348ajiensckd1028348092840937871585758783748758787270107410818047382971595789759874. it was hard to read. i put in the code in cheats codes. it give all the cheats of the world.
2 mouths later. i found a website about creepy-pasta story's. he read about jeff the killer. i want to sleep, i had a dream about the blind girl. her story is about she was born blind, the time she was 5 years old she ran away because her family was mean and evil.
8 hours later.
i tell the blind girl what happen.
he said come to my world.
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Dreams of Mutilation

Why do we as humans naturally have a fear of death, afraid encounter the white light. I for one think it has something to do with the process of dying, not the pain or suffrage but... they say your life flashes before your eyes.
What if you looked back and realized that those times were it felt as if it was gone from your mind. That you can't remember having done something yourself. That it was done by someone else.
I once had a near death experience of the age of 12, me and my friend, Ben were playing with his fathers Butterfly Knife. We felt so cool, showing it off to other kids. Ben took it too far and tried to juggle the knife, making it land straight into my eye, making me fall to the floor.
I saw myself being born, then ages 1-8 everything seems in order; ages 9-12, something's not right. Surely this had to be some kind of mistake, or the cause of the knife scrambling my brain. A man fully dressed in black stared down at me from my bed, whispering something of what I could not hear or make out in the slightest.
Next I saw the same man, walking with me threw the woods at night. I heard him say to me:
"Do you fear of death?" He said it in only a way a mad man would.
I looked up at him and nodded my head yes. I noticed a slight smile run across his face.
"So... what would you do if I told you that you won't live past the age of 22?"
I could tell I was uncomfortable with the question.
"Um... I'd probably cry" I responded.
"Now now" he said, "no need to cry, death can be a good thing. Saving you from bullies and the society, they'll treat you differently just because you don't believe the same as them."
He then pulled a knife from his pocket and struck it towards my heart. My body dropped to the ground instantly.
The last thing I saw before I fell unconscious was of this man, tucking me into my bed as if nothing had happened.
The ambulance was able to revive me and remove the knife from my eye, painlessly. I had never talked to Ben again after that incident.
I began to have nightmares of this man, of different memories of places I knew, going there with him at night. Him telling me a bunch of sickening and disturbing stuff, and then them almost all ending the same: him striking the knife towards my heart, all in a new and horrifying way than the last.
Eventually this came to the point were everywhere I'd go all I'd see was him, THAT THING!!!
I've decided to warn y'all of him before I did this, just remember my name: Ricard Muller.
I didn't want to have to end it this way but it seems as if I have no choice, Goodbye.
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Dreamworld

When you drift off to the land of slumber, sometimes you will encounter a strange phenomena where your body is locked into a state of strange and somewhat terrifying state of paralysis, this state is known as sleep paralysis. This haunting condition can be inflicted upon an individual by tricking the mind into thinking that the body is asleep, namely by lying completely still on their bed for a long period of time. However, the people that experience this phenomena first-hand report strange, horrifying hallucinations. These can vary from unusual sounds to witnessing a creature crawl up onto the subject's bed. Scientists dismiss these symptoms as distorted signals coming from the subject's moderately illusive brain. However, these statements are wrong. The truth is that the beings of the night are just waiting for their prey to sleep, during sleep, their victim is unaware of the creatures that surround them. However these beings cannot distinguish the difference between sleep and sleep paralysis. So the next time you go to sleep and experience a lucid dream, wake up immediately. For the creatures of the night are slowly feasting on your imagination...
Sweet dreams, reader...
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Dresses

"Mum, can I go on the computer?" Sadie said waiting for her mother to say 'yes' "no, you do know that there is a virus so the computer can't be touched" her mother said cutting up carrots "but I'm not the one who put it on there, and besides, that virus only puts fake ads on there" "Sadie... how do you know that?" her mother said while doing a 'you're busted' smile "what did I just say... COMMING DAD!" Sadie said trying to skip the convosation. Sadie ran up the stairs and turned around makeing shure her mother wasint looking "time to look at dresses" Sadie wispered. She then ran to the computer room and logged on "Tummylovvey111222333" she said writing in the user name part "Dollsstabbloominsadie9876543210" Sadie write on the password section. "So many ads" she said clicking out of them. She then clicked on the google short-cut. 'Hot dresses of 2013' Sadie write. She scrolled down and down untill she saw a dress that cought her eye, a dress that had a brown fluffly scarf with a dress that looked like skin, "wow, I must have that" She said. After Sadie finished admiring her soon to be her dress she logged off. Sadie ran as fast as she could down the stairs and then to her mother "Sadie, why are you so excited?" her mother said looking at her "I. Found. A. New. Dress". Her mother turned around then said "you're not getting it" "WHAT?!?!?!, why I mean I've been so so so so good and havint disobaied anything you've said I mean like, WHAT THE HELL MUM?!?!?!" "you wen't on the computer when I said not too" "that's only...one thing" Sadie said with her voice tone going lower with each word. "Twice a day 7 days a week, I'm very dissapointed" "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT.....ummm... fine!"  Sadie said storming to her room "if she wont buy me it, I'll just have to make it...soon!
Sadie got her sissors and pin, neddle and went into the cupboard and grabbed the fabric that looked the most like peach, skin-tone. She cut out one piece then onother and onother untill she finished cutting out all the pieces that she needed. "Hmmmmmm, maybe this isin't a good idea, it'll be my first time so it won't be perfect... what the hell i'm gonna do it" Sadie said. she dropped the pin and neddle and picked up the fabric and placed it where it needed to go and then she started to make the dress. *Two hours later* Sadie finished the dress
STILL NOT FINISHED, so please don't delete this story
Story has remained unfinished since April 3, 2014
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Drew pickles dies.mp4

I WAS ON YOUTUBE LOOKINGG FOR SOM BARNEY BUNCH PORNOZ I FOUND DIS ONE CALLED BARNEY BUNCH HALLOWEEN IT STARTED OUT WITH DREW PICKLES SAYING HI MY NAME IS DREW PICKLES AND I AM VERY VERY VERY GAY AND I AM GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH THE QUAKER QUEER. THEEN HE HAD GAY BUTT SEX WIT THEE QUAKERR QUERRR AND CUM GOT ON THE CAMERA. DA CUM TURNED RED LIEK BL00D AND DEN THE QUAKKER QUERR GOT A GUN ANDD SHOT HIMMSELF.
DEN IT SHOWD A SCENE OF DREWW PICKELZ WITH RED EYES. DA RED EYEZ STARTED BLEEDING AND MORE AND MORE BL00D KEP CUMING OUT. I TOOOOK A SCREENNSHOTT OF THE SCENE SO U CANN SEE ITZ NOT FAKEE ITS REALL.
DEN IT SHOWD FOOTAGE FROMM DEAD BART AND RED MIST. DEN IT SHOWD A SCENE WITHH GARFIELD FROM DA GARFIELD GANG SHOOTING ALL OFF THEE BARNNEY BUNCHH.
DEN DA EPIZODE ENDED. WITH TEXT WICH SAID:
"All of the barney bunch are dead. Why the hell are you watching this crap. Barney bunch video's are lame anyway. Go outside and get a girlfriend so you can see what sex really looks like".
DEN MY DICK FELL OFF DEE END.
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Drifter in Black

I was laying on the couch in the living room after a long day playing outside with my best friend, and I must have fallen asleep while watching TV with my parents. I was only about 14 at the time. As I woke up, I looked around, my head was facing the left, which was the entrance to the kitchen.
I tried to get up to get something to drink, figuring I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep after so much rest, when I realized I couldn't move my legs. I freaked out, and started to panic right away. I tried as hard as I could to move my arms to pick myself up, but none of my extremities were responding. As I was forced to lay there and stare into the pitch blackness of my kitchen, something formed in the back of it: It was like it formed out of particles of the darkness, pooling up in front of me. It was a tall figure, about six and a half feet of black death, and it seemed to have a cloak over it, or like it was radiating an aura of darkness around it.
I was terrified. It started to drift towards me, not moving it's legs as it came closer, not disturbing the dog, not making a sound. As soon as it reached the doorway to the kitchen, it rushed at me, making this ungodly loud screech, like I had murdered it's family and it finally had a chance at revenge or something.
When it reached the side of the couch, I regained movements in my limbs, swinging my hands at it to defend myself. I didn't scream, it didn't occur to me at the time to do so. I freaked the fuck out, broke out in a cold sweat, grabbed my Pepsi and hid in my room. To this day, I've never experienced sleep paralysis again, and if I do, I dread he'll be there, closer this time. I dread to think what will happen if I can't move in time.
I dread to think of what he'll do to you if he finds out you know about him.
Sweet dreams, reader...
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Dripping

A couple was sitting in a movie theater watching a scary movie and the female of the group wasn't having a good time. She'd obviously been bored out of her mind. It'd been a late showing, so there was practically no one there and the room was dead silent except for the screening. About an hour into the show, she feels a drop on her hand.
Ignoring it, she quickly shakes off the feeling and continues to watch the movie, trying to enjoy it. Another drop lands on her hand and, furious now, she hits her boyfriend, thinking that he'd purposely been messing with her, be it spitting or throwing water on her. He doesn't move. She pushes him harder this time, throwing in some obscenities, and, to her horror, a red line that she hadn't noticed until now starts to seep red and then his head falls off.
Horrified, she lets out a silent scream and that's when she feels the drip again. Looking at her hand, she makes out the color of the liquid: red. Nervously, she looks up and is shocked to find a body hanging directly above her, its neck tied within a noose and the stomach torn open.
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