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The strangest of dreams, what is sure:
In some type of female dormitory I seemed to be working at, a small dog had crept 'neath a crack in the door. A scraggly black/gray messy beast w/ gnarled teeth and big, black insect-like eyes. Suddenly the memory of a previous time, one that never occurred in my reality, but in a dream-reality, had once occurred. In the dream-reality, a similar black dog crept 'neath the door, but to possess my home with black-satanic-magick. The upper corners of the rooms became black with ethereal smoke, dust, and horrific spider webs. Maybe a relative was in a sick-bed excreting unnatural fluids, etc. All in all, this dog was the source both in past dream-reality, as well as the current. Within the "memory", I had broken whatever curse by strangling the dog until it turned into a skeleton-less bag of flesh and pus-like fluids. The dog had been dead, the black spell had been lifted.
Although, this only meant I was to kill this dog here and now. Suddenly, someone approaches and sees the plight. I then begin to reluctantly hold this squirming creature by the neck and torso. Beginning to squeeze, the animal makes the most unnaturally terrifying sounds imaginable. My conscience tears at me to stop, but I know this is the only way to live in harmony from the most supreme of evils. The dog then turns in to a bag of it's skin and thick, yellow fluids secreted dramatically out of every orifice. Goat heads and pentagrams still upon the marbled floor. Horrible, awful violence.
In some type of female dormitory I seemed to be working at, a small dog had crept 'neath a crack in the door. A scraggly black/gray messy beast w/ gnarled teeth and big, black insect-like eyes. Suddenly the memory of a previous time, one that never occurred in my reality, but in a dream-reality, had once occurred. In the dream-reality, a similar black dog crept 'neath the door, but to possess my home with black-satanic-magick. The upper corners of the rooms became black with ethereal smoke, dust, and horrific spider webs. Maybe a relative was in a sick-bed excreting unnatural fluids, etc. All in all, this dog was the source both in past dream-reality, as well as the current. Within the "memory", I had broken whatever curse by strangling the dog until it turned into a skeleton-less bag of flesh and pus-like fluids. The dog had been dead, the black spell had been lifted.
Although, this only meant I was to kill this dog here and now. Suddenly, someone approaches and sees the plight. I then begin to reluctantly hold this squirming creature by the neck and torso. Beginning to squeeze, the animal makes the most unnaturally terrifying sounds imaginable. My conscience tears at me to stop, but I know this is the only way to live in harmony from the most supreme of evils. The dog then turns in to a bag of it's skin and thick, yellow fluids secreted dramatically out of every orifice. Goat heads and pentagrams still upon the marbled floor. Horrible, awful violence.