Jacob always had rather odd dreams. They weren’t strange in their context, they just often felt very real. He would have these dreams every night. He had talked with several of his friends and family, and it was apparently unusual to dream so frequently. When he woke up, most times he wouldn’t fully remember what he dreamed about. It disappeared instantaneously as he tried his best to contemplate it. In fact, part of him looked forward to sleeping every night, because one day, he would finally be able to recall the dream that overtook him.
Tonight was no different. After his long day, Jacob rested his head on his pillow. As his mind drifted, he was quickly grappled by sleep. Maybe tonight would be the night, he would conquer the dream, he would take control. All was dark for a while, silence surrounded him, but eventually his eyes fluttered open, he had entered yet another dream. However, the environment of the dream felt rather unusual, then again, most qualities within a dream don’t always make a lot of sense.
Jacob was in a room made of stone. A lightbulb shone directly above him, it being the only source of light. The room itself was rather murky, and slightly unsettling. As he tried to move, he realized that he was tied to a chair. His hands and feet were bound. This was certainly a weird start, he wasn’t a fan of the direction said dream was going.
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As he began to wiggle, a door across from him opened silently. A large figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light. The being was wearing a terrifying mask, one with no eye holes but a wide, grinning mouth. He held a small electric saw in his hand. What he had guessed to be a man by his build, was wearing an apron as well, it dirty with dried, dark liquid.
Jacob tried violently to wiggle out of the chair, but accomplished nothing. As the man approached, he tried his best to somehow wake himself up. He bit down on his tongue, but it only caused pain. As fear entered his mind, the large man came close to Jacob, holding the small saw up to his face. “Wake up…wake up…wake up!” Jacob muttered violently.
The man laughed, “Oh, this is no dream, sorry to say,” he said in a grisly voice. He let out a scream as the saw was turned on and grazed the flesh on his face. “Welcome to reality!,” the deranged man said, glee in his voice. Jacob continued to scream as the man sliced and cleaved. In this moment, Jacob realized this was no dream at all, and there was no escape from the nightmare.