What are killing dreams about?

I don't really understand why that dream happened in the middle of summer but oh well. Also, Santa was slimmer than usual and the seat in the sleigh was extremely uncomfortable. I still flew though. Nothing else happened.

it was like the trueman show where everyone I ran into had ulterior motives and they were all following me. Then carlos mencia came out of nowhere lol and told me what was really happening...he basically told me that all the people i knew were not actually human but reptilians trying to get me alone so they can kill me...shit made me paranoid as hell. I couldn't trust anyone but in a way it made me stronger/sharper/quick witted because I knew to stay on my toes

I debated wanting to share this since one- this dream is disturbing, and two- I barely remember most of it (thank God).

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Okay, here I go:

I remember that it was a long dream, and had something to do about experiments of "making the voice strong", whatever the hell that means. There were experiments regarding the throat, with needles being shoved in peoples' throats, or syringes of some sort drawing out phlegm. It was disgusting. I know that it had some cult like aspects to it, but it wasn't that entirely. The person doing the experiments was wearing a red robe, but still, the dream felt more "scientific" than "cult", if you know what I mean. But the main thing I remember from this dream, we're the cries of babies.

I so wish that I could get rid of the images my mind conjured up.

You're still reading? Oh...okay, please don't think of me as some disturbed individual. But the cries of babies is what I remember too vividly in this dream. And the sounds of cracking belts. You sure you want to keep reading? Okay...

The belts were whipping that of newborn babies; blood everywhere. They would take this blood and use it to inject in peoples' throats to, quote-unquote, "make the voice strong."

I remember an up close image of a toddler having his inner thighs whipped over and over, and I couldn't do anything to help him; couldn't do anything to end this dream. It literally felt like I was being deliberately held to watch this nightmare.

I remember an up close image of an experiment gone wrong, where a patient, a man, puked up this white slime, and was killed off.

That's all I remember but I'm sure there's more that mind is suppressing. I hope you don't get this nightmare, now that I put images in your head. I'm so sorry.

This dream was in what I like to call “video game perspective” - where I am watching something happen but also controlling a specific “character” in the dream. Sometimes it can feel like this even in first person perspective, where I am somehow disconnected from being the person, even if I am the person, not watching a screen or using a controller.

So in the dream there was this giant worm creature. It wasn’t really a worm, more wormlike, as in it was oblong and had no limbs and wasn’t reptilian enough to be a snake. First it chased me through a corridor (this was in the perspective of a 2d sidescroller video game) trying to I think eat me or at least somehow kill me and I ran from it and it would smash stuff behind me. Sometimes I was really close to being caught by it but I managed to get ahead. Then I got into a chamber place (it was more in first person now) and it was at the bottom of some stairs. When I would go down the stairs there were smaller worm things that would attack me. I felt like I was struggling with fighting the worms and I thought I was not strong or skilled enough to fight the big worm.

When I am awake and I think about the worm it reminds me most of a Dark Souls boss since it was very strong and big and it was sort of eldritch horror-like. Through the whole dream I was scared of the worm and I felt like I was not strong enough to fight it but I was progressing forward anyways. I also was fighting it in some sort of ruin, like ruined stonework everywhere and stuff. The closest I can describe the ruin as is maybe the Arbiter’s Grounds dungeon from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, but not as dark.

So, here's the dream ripped from my journal.

A man stole a heart out of a dog. I traveled behind him to figure out the mystery. He went back to his apartment building (I assume) and found me out. He was going to try and take my heart too.

We had a conversation and I showed him I could call down spirits of wrath to suck the very flesh from his bones in the case he tried to harm me.

He stole the heart out of another dog. He explained that when 5 hearts were collected, they could be combined to bring back the heart of your choice. Meaning you could resuscitate a dead whomever. Again, he attempted to murder me but I stopped him.