G. Creepy magical filly anime. And Devil's Stew.
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G. Creepy magical filly anime. And Devil's Stew.
G. Creepy magical filly anime. And Devil's Stew.
'I wonder what dreams I should share.' A stallion in his young twenties brings his hoof to his chin frowning slightly in front of his computer. He is wearing glasses, laying down in a somewhat cluttered bed. His coat is an indigo, he is rather large and thin with a short mane, has some stubble, and his mane is a grayish red and looks like its wet when it isn't. His cutie mark- heh, odd, he doesn't consider himself cute after-all. But what does he know. His cutie mark is a hoof pressing a button. That is all. Can't even tell if its a computer key, or a video-game controller's button, but its certainly not a television button. If somepony had a cutie mark for television it'd be an actual television after-all, or a couch. A bucket of popcorn. Who knows.
'I think I will type out my most graphic dreams, get them out of the way. I may be forgetting some, yes, another comes to mind. But why have only graphic dreams, it wouldn't properly represent my dreams, could scare off some readers. I think I will put some light-hearted ones in there too to mix it up. Alright-' He stretches his forelegs- 'Time to get this down.'
Creepy magical filly anime.
This dream was rather brief. Of what I do recall- Oh, alright, I recall more of it heh heh. Perhaps I should change the title. Oh well. So this dream had me starting off on some mountain leading into a cave, of which there is a small river that ends as a waterfall. The walkway I am on is to the left. Although it is a mountain there is still some grass up here, I am not all the way up the mountain either, but it is what it is. I travel down the pathway reaching the cave's room. Its a very open cave, alot of it carved out. The other side is divided by the water, and I need to cross it on some trap platform, but not before walking over a dangerous looking wooden bridge. After I cross this bridge I reach the stone brick wall of which there is a grate supplying the river. The platforms not only are electrified periodically, but move in and out of the wall over the grate at set intervals. And now I caught somepony's attention, I look across the river and see a steal clad stallion with a lance.
-On second thought, scratch the other dreams. I am going far more detailed than I suspected to initially. I will do fine.-
He leaps towards me cratering in the ground somewhat as I leap back, and I quickly retreat back over the way I came. Now not only is there one wooden bridge, there are about eight, and we are in a stone building. I extremely rapidly leave him in the dust and now find the new exit of the cave in the side of the mountain to the left behind a protrusion of one of the bridges, and he runs by me. The valley below our walkway on this side of the mountain is misty but reveals enough for me to see more flat mountains and alot of stone buildings in the valley below. I quietly rush past back to where I came. The river is much more like a shallow stream now. I can cross it easily, and head up the dark grey steps just past the grate leading myself into a room, of which there is a soldier in a very dark grey armor, almost black. He rapidly pursues me and I run past the wooden support beam in the middle of the room, he is to my right. The door is to the front left of me, I quickly enter it and find myself in a darker room. This is where it gets a bit hazy. I run down that room which looks almost identical to the one I was just in if I had entered from directly behind myself, and run down the black spiral staircase quickly-unrealistically fast.
When done running I look up, its dark outside, there is a group of a few fillies before me. I wouldn't say theres a me at this point, as its more like a movie now. The cobblestone streets are very dark, there are stone buildings everywhere, and they cross this street. They are dressed in magical anime filly style, but, gothic and emo. Completely different like day and night from the normal style of those shows. Suddenly I'm a filly over them rapidly shooting through the air at a steep angle, I feel the air rapidly flow before me, a creepy doll hanging off of my mane, my sword in my mouth I bring down upon the smallest girl of the group, a crater appears from the force and the filly I slashed scattered from the impact, split by my blade. The crater is large, all three girls crushed horribly, their limbs scattered all around the street. To which I suddenly awake.
It was not a nightmare. No. It was a dream, that is why I find it odd. Perhaps I am desensitized from the videos I have seen on the internet. No, that is definitely it. But yes, it was a dream, I did not feel my heart accelerate, I did not get instilled with a sense of fear or horror. I awoke terribly thirsty however. I blame it on that, as the second dream I had that morning, was more graphic than this one. Possibly one of the most disgusting dreams possible. It too was brief, and it too I did not awake with fear, and instead awoke dreadfully thirsty. Perhaps I do have time for one more dream after all.
Devil's Stew.
I am walking with a stone bridge to my left. Familiar elements already you say? Well yes, I guess that is how dreams work. This stone bridge has many streams from grates, as I proceed uphill. The slopes are flat for the streams, the water crystal clear and perhaps a hoof deep and a hoof and a half wide. The hill itself however is at a forty-five degree angle. I am tall, so I bound over each river each step with some effort. I work myself into a rhythm with it. There is a great city at the very top of this massive hill, with a massive city of skyscrapers within the middle of it. But it takes long to reach the middle I am sure, and there are multiple cities encircling it aside from the outermost. But this hill feels endless, but as I trot onward the view backs up out of my body, takes a sharp right turn and enters a building, slowly. The beat of my steps sounds as an instrument with an eerie melody, other sounds accompanying it as well. A young filly's voice begins to sing, quite creepily might I add.
'Go. A. Head. And. Try. This. Rough. Stuff.. If. You. Think. You've. Had. E.Nough.. Drown a town on devil's stew.' While she sang this what occurred in the dream in that span of time is as follow~s.
A stream of blood floats magically in the building our perspective just entered, it slowly swirls around, and leaves the door snapping open revealing a city which streets are coated in blood and limbs. The city is very reminiscent of the buildings in Swag.mov. The song's lyrics implied to me while I dreamt, that people were force-fed gore of their brethren until they suffocated from it, it not being able to be held in their stomachs. The blood so great it flowed some limbs into the rivers, which I now am continuing to step over, the water containing no blood in the slightest, the limbs floating in it as I continue to trot past, and the scene fades out me progressing endlessly up that infinite hill keeping the beat til I awoke.
Well, glad I got my most graphic, well, most bloody dreams out of the way. I have some rather bizarre dreams that are more graphic. If I were to tell ponies in real life I would be terribly embarrassed of those ones. But on the internet its a different matter.
Well I think that ought to do for now. Oh, and ponies, please remember if you read this at night to listen to some cheerful music or something before bed if this bothered you. Scientifically it would make sleeping alot easier, you would have less of a stress response. You would be healthier if you did, but who am I to suggest something such as that.
Enjoy.
He stretches. Sitting still too long isn't healthy and he being the strange stallion that he is does some balancing on two hooves. Sometimes one hoove. He does it because its supposed to aid longevity. Also, he really needs to pee. Screw this story. He rushes downstairs to relieve himself in the bathroom. Earlier today he fell running, so, naw~ he decides to slow down now.
'I wonder how human toilets are?' He chuckles and smiles.
