When I was young, this is what happened in a dream:
I was in a car. Alone. Suddenly, the doors lock. I can't get out.
This music starts playing. A feeling of dread/ impending danger comes over me (You know, chills up and down your spine, that sort of thing).
I look out the window, and I see a
Giant, levitating, angry/menacing-looking Donald Duck head carrying a butcher's knife (like, it was levitating alongside the head) appear around a corner. The head stops, and slowly turns to stare at me, head on. It begins drawing near, with the knife in hand. I scream for help. I scream for my mom. I scream for my dad. Nothing. I bang against the window. I tug on the door. Nothing. All the while, the evil knife-wielding Donald duck head is getting closer, the music is getting louder. Then, suddenly, I let out a cry for help, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I try again. Nothing. I'm now mute. I trip and fall backwards onto my back, facing up, in that gap between the front and rear car seats. And now, I try to get up, but my body won't move. At all.
So I'm mute, paralyzed on my back, as a murderous anthropomorphic duck head known for his temper and violent outbursts approaches with a butcher's knife. I see his shadow appear on the car ceiling. And then my vision goes black. I am now blind, mute,
and paralyzed. But I can still hear the music. And I can feel him approaching. I hear the car door open over the music. I feel the wind blow over me, and I feel Donald towering over me (though I can't see anything).
Then, the music suddenly stops, and is accompanied by a sudden, falling motion. I hit the ground with a violent thud, and begin to drift out of consciousness. I wonder to myself "Am I dying?" (still blind, paralyzed, and mute). A few moments of silence, suddenly interrupted by the opening 3 seconds of Ganon's Message from A Link to the Past (
DUN-DUN. DUN-DUN. DUN-DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUN). Terror fills me. And a loud, deep, angry, threatening booming voice fills the air all around me screaming something like "IWILLKILLYOUWHILEYOURESTILLSTANDING" (It made sense in the context of the dream, but "sounded" like slightly slurred gibberish as I recall while awake). And when I say loud, deep, angry, threatening, and booming, I mean it. Like, imagine Cookie Monster, Darth Vader, or the Cave of Wonders from Aladdin yelling at you in the most menacing, loud, angry voice imaginable, but an octave deeper, and 1000x louder than you can imagine. Actually, the Cave of Wonders yelling at Aladdin after Abu touches the lamp might be the closest thing I can think of... except it was louder, deeper, angrier, and not just coming from all around me, but it was as though the voice was coming from inside my very own head, as wells).
And then I woke up, my heart racing, my breathing heavy, sweating profusely. What the FUCK?
Oh, but this isn't the worst part. No, I go back to sleep,
And the nightmare resumes from slightly earlier I am on my back, paralyzed, unable to speak, but no longer blind. And
right in my face is an angry, knife-wielding Donald Duck head. It plays with the knife for a few moments. And then, Donald opens his mouth. He goes off on an angry rant, but it's not the traditional Donald duck voice I hear - it's the booming, deep, ear-ringing, brain-filling, pain-inducing, atmosphere-filling voice from the end of the first nightmare. But unlike the first nightmare, it doesn't stop after one sentence - It just goes on, and on, and on, for what feels like hours, with me being forced to stare, and listen, the whole time. My head hurts. My ears are ringing. I am now audibly weeping, sobbing uncontrollably, tears running down my face, pleading for Donald to stop.
Eventually, I wake up, but this time, my pillow is
drenched in sweat and I am actually crying, and trembling, somewhat quivering in fear.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
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