CaCaCRAZY!?
Here is my crazy idea; I propose this “thing” haunting my nightmares is really just an extension of my fears, as I have stated in my other post, this “thing” has given itself a name “Diocletious” and randomly takes control of my dreams to either kill me or teach me some sick twisted lesson through evil manipulation. The story which you are about to read details a nightmare I had the other night, and in this nightmare I was going on a run when suddenly the ambience of the dream changes. Turning into frightening fight for my life!
Unknown Hunter
In this dream Topher is running laps around the field behind his childhood home (not the home he is asleep at). When all of the sudden, while he is rounding the curve furthest from everything a curve that always use to scare him as a kid, he hears a loan shot. Instinctively Topher drops to his stomach immediately, hearing the bullet wizz by coming from his six which is SouthEast. Topher jumps up running towards the woods in front of him which would be in the Southwest direction, *bang* Topher stops on a dime switching direction running now towards the woods north of him. Unfortunately, Topher was not as quick as he had hoped. The .308 round, skimming him, still takes a significant chunk out of Topher’s left arm but adrenaline has already set in so Topher doesn’t even notice. Diving into the thicket of brush that he had began running towards when he heard the second shot, he rolls a good 30 yards down the drainage ditch. Slapping an old fallen tree so hard with his left shoulder the pain from the shot instantly exceeds the adrenaline high, but the thud from the impact also dazes him slightly. Until, *bang* a shot hits the base of the branch topher was resting on (insinuating the shooter is sadistic and simply having fun).
Topher jumps to the side of the fallen tree, using the momentum to roll a little bit further down the embankment just enough to where the shooter no longer has a line of sight on Topher. Also, using the momentum he rolls himself back onto his feet and hits the jets. Using the incline of the hill to help he descends down said hill even faster. Within 45 seconds Topher has made it at least 75 yards from where the shooter nearly struck him last, so he begins to gain his baring. This takes around two minutes, once Topher understands which direction he needs to go in order to get back to his home. He realizes the music in his headphones is still playing thinking to himself, “you stupid dumbass”, so he drops to the ground again. Tries to dial 911, but when the lady on the other end of the line answers she can not hear or understand what Topher is saying. Topher realizes he must make a mad dash in a slightly north majority East direction, which is extremely unsettling because that gives the shooter easy pickings considering (with the shooters intelligence) that the shooter most likely has found a perch southwest of Topher’s position. Meaning the shooters line of sight blocks Topher from the field without a doubt, so the only thing Topher has to rely on is speed and hope for the best.
Topher jumps up as quick as he possibly can, *bang* a shoot just barely misses Topher. Topher takes off as fast he can, making it about 30 yards before intuitively stopping right before a tree he was planning on using for cover. Note that he stops about a foot befor the actual tree, *bang* a shot tears through the tree that use to be a foot away from Topher. He now takes back off giving it everything he has, because now there is only 70 yards between him and the field. Topher then begins feeling uneasy, here he is 10-15 yards out from the field and still hasn’t heard a shot yet. Especially because the shooter’s average yardage between shots has yet to exceed 50 yards, nevertheless Topher begins dialing 911. Figuring that he was close enough to the field to get reception, he does, the lady joyously says she can understand everything he is saying. At this point Topher is 7 yards past the Forrest line he had been trying to escape this entire time, *bang* Topher somewhat drops to his knees but regained footing with what is now a slight jog instead of the full out sprint he was just previously doing. Gargling on the blood from his lungs, Topher desperately tries to give the dispatcher his location *bang*.
Topher then drops giving way to the second shot landing center mass, as Topher begins fading all that can be heard is the dispatcher who at this point is yelling for Christopher to please answer her voice.
End.
Upon initial reflection, I am left with this first thought. I never got to see this "shooter", meaning I am not entirely sure if the "shooter" was this "thing(Diocletious)" that has previously haunted my dreams. My second thought, the creepy vibe I felt whenever I entered that specific corner of the field was definitely similar to the creepy vibe I feel whenever the "thing(Diocletious)" appears in my other dreams. Third thought, the sadistic methods used by the "shooter" just seem like actions "thing(Diocletious)" would use. Fourth thought, considering I did not get to see the "shooter's" face. This "shooter" might just be a random un-orchestrated nightmare, and I am just crazy to think an extension of my fears would have the ability to name itself or even being able to manipulate a good dream into a nightmare.
Just another one of my crazy thoughts and ideas !!?
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