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Place withheld · 2012-11-11 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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<PERSON> has gone sober. And I was there. He was horrifying. It was sickenly vivid. I saw everything. Everything that he did to those trolls. Like Nepeta. This was honestly a weird dream. I never really get dreams about homestuck, cartoons, animes, game, and stuff like that. I ended up with <PERSON>. We were hiding together, in a cold and dark cave. He was telling me that it was all my fault. My fault then we ended up here. He was clearly stressed out. We hated each other, really. We heard the honking of the horns, and I saw <PERSON>'s feet. The honking got more aggressive. For a split second, in my view, everything was sketchy and <PERSON> was just... terrifying. Blood of all colors were on his face, all over his body. Karkat came closer to me, and tried to use me as a shield. I refused. <PERSON> limped closer to use and we backed away. Then it was that moment. Things were eerie and sketchy. Blood was dripping from the walls of the caves. The blood was all over my shirt. It was on my face. It was buried in my nails that made me think, did I claw them, or something? Then everything was back to normal. But <PERSON> was closer to <PERSON>. Right up to his face. He was about to throw the bat at him. Behind <PERSON> was a deep pit from my point of view. He was on the edge and almost fell off. <PERSON> was crying. Here we go again. The walls and floors, even the ceilings were painted in bright and dark colors. Every single color of the trolls. Of the rainbow. I honestly thought it was pretty. It lasted more than the last few times it happened... I quickly ran to them, and pushed <PERSON> off of the cliff. Do not know why. Do not know how. Something, someone forced me. I saw grey, transparent arms grasping my arms and leg, pushing me over to him, forcing against my will to push him. OKAY curled up in a ball, hugging his knees, and started to cry. This mode did not stop. For the rest of the dream, everything was weird. It was eerie, and sketchy. Everything was scribbled. Everything looked like it was not worth my time.

 

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