Not sure which nightmare was worse, the one about the Bear Monster God, or the one about you.
I was at my Grampa's old house, but more like it used to be when people were alive and living there. There was the usual bustle around the place of diverse people doing diverse things. Me & Cam were playing some game on a television. The graphics were top notch, so I reckon of was some 360 game. Cam was manning the controls and I was sort of watching and back-seat-driving. The setting was some frozen wastes in a fantasy world, and I think he was in charge of some sort of Dwarf Army. I remember a little armour clad, red-bearded dwarf with a battle-axe who was doing something. Along came a part with bears. Polar Bears of some sort. Some were evil, and some were good.
There were waves upon waves of these smaller stringy looking were-bear things besieging our intrepid heroes. They were larger than man-sized, but not really super huge or anything. Sort of skinny and mannish for bears. I guess that was the 'were' part :P
Along with them were some trained attack bears. They looked different of course 'cause they were regular polar bears, only some of them had light armour, or barding, or were even carrying packs or supplies to some mild degree. They were less common than the numerous were-bears. Scattered even more rarely among them were some very large were-bear sort of things. They were a lot bigger, bulkier and heavily armoured. They always went on 2 feet and had big 2-handed weapons like axes and clubs. Nothing with finesse, but with plenty of smash. They waded about doing just that. They would get in a frenzy and smash so much that their sweeping attacks would even cleave their fellow raiders. They were given a wide berth because of it.
Our guys were getting overwhelmed and the horizon was thick with enemy troops. Cam asked if it was a good time to call in our Bear Monster God. I said that it seemed like the best time. Then, upon the screen appeared our secret weapon.
The were-bears came about to his knees, with the regular polar-bears only slightly larger. Even the big bad berserker bears only came to his waist. He was massive and thick. Exactly what you'd expect from him. He had an odd collection of scrap armour and he sometimes moved on two legs, and sometimes on all four.
He waded into the thick of battle, an unstoppable force. The white expanse was stained red with blood and chunks of the enemy. He swept them away an armload at a time, but more would close in because they were stacked to the horizon. Soon red was everywhere and he had were-bears clamped on to him, their mouths filled with his muscles, refusing to let go, swinging wildly as he continued his attacks. He would pause when he got 3 or 4 of them (enough to weigh him down) and rip them off, or squeeze-pop them like bloated ticks.
We were pretty impressed with his destructive powers. No matter how many of them came at him, he scarcely slowed in his relentless bloodbath. I think bear game is a pretty cool guy. eh kills the were-bears and doesn't afraid of anything.
As we were really settling into our long haul of pixelated carnage, the electricity blinked off for a moment or two. Not an uncommon occurrence in this setting, but a bummer for games. We figured we'd go do something else for a bit because dinner was ready, and who knew when we even saved last.
As we went into the other room, we heard some thunderous sound behind us. As we looked, we saw the Bear Monster God wade into the living room. He was not nearly as large as his game counterpart, being only (lol 'only' is a strange concept for something THAT huge) the size of a real life polar bear. He was not as armoured either, but I do get the idea he was wearing something, even though I am not sure what. It was hard to see what all he was wearing because he was covered in so much blood.
As he stood on his hind legs, he had a great bib of gore from his muzzle down his chest all the way to his knees. He had random blood and gore splatters elsewhere. He let loose a mighty roar and rushed at us. We ran to the left past the bathroom and the pantry room and out the door into the side yard. He chased us, crashing and scattering anything in his way. We immediately took a hard left through the gate, shutting it behind us. another hard left had us at the front door. We went through it to end up back in the living room. Cam barred the door and I ran to the side door which we had just gone through a moment before. I shut and barred that, successfully locking the monster outside.
We were terrified and confused and breathing hard, but still alive.
We could hear the monster pacing outside, back and forth between the two doors, waiting for a way in. In The Real, a polar bear could easily push that shit in and waltz right into the house, but for some reason, this one couldn't. I think it was some magic thing like with (real [as in 'legit and traditional', not as in plays too many WW RPGs and has a psychosis'], not 'glittery') vampires. He roared and paced, sometimes coming up to the door and even shaking the house, but he was not allowed to simply crash it down.
None of this was the scary part.
The scary part was when he started calling out my name.
He would range from a loud frenzied screaming, to a soft begging whisper. Everything from violent threats and demands, to sweetly spoken promises to lure me out. He did this loudly and long. His voice could range from the thundering Voice of a God, down to a lace and ribboned 6 year old trying to sell you girlscout cookies. We would occasionally peek out of a window or a peeohole to see him shuffling, sniffing and walking about (sometimes on 2, sometimes on 4), still covered in gore and licking his lips.
After a while he fell silent and we couldn't see him anymore.
I am not sure if someone was arriving at the property, or if someone was trying to leave and get help. I know that all through this, we were not the only people there, but I can't remember any details on what anyone else was doing specifically. So, with the people who were either arriving, and/or going for help, we needed to be sure that a path from the front door to the cars was clear so they could make it in/out.
We opened the front door and then immediately slammed it really hard to attract his attention, then we ran through the house to the side door and ran out it into the side yard. We immediately scrambled up on top of the roof.
He came tearing around from the front yard, where he had gone to see why the door had slammed and he saw us on the roof. He paced back and forth a bit snarling and talking shit (I wish I could remember and specific quotes he had said, other than calling my name, because they were really scary)
We caught our breath a bit on the roof and made sure we kept his attention while whoever-it-was in the front did whatever-it-was they needed to do. After a couple minutes of his pacing, he gathered himself and leapt up onto the roof with us. We had an "OH SHIT" moment, because for some reason, we didn't think he could do that. We ran and I remember jumping over some gaps like from one roof to another, even though in The Real, the roof is all one solid piece. But it's always like that in The Dreaming, so it wasn't odd or out of place at the time.
We ran towards the front and dropped down and ran in the door. He was too close to us so we couldn't shut the door. We ran straight through the house and out the side door, with the beast hot on our tails. As we passed through the living / dining room, we saw everyone else standing in that room, frozen in fear. We ran through, with an 'oh shit, the monster is going to eat everyone' moment. The monster looked at them and kept chasing us. He didn't care about anyone but me. It was only my name that he ever called, and he didn't even pause or consider anything else.
Realizing that made me stumble a bit while we were scrambling up on the roof and I slipped, almost falling into his clutches, but Cam grabbed me and hauled me up. He then dropped off the side to go in the front door and get it ready to close it while I stayed outside on the roof as bait.
The Bear Monster God jumped on the roof and I ran. I jumped down and zoomed back through the door, which Cam had ready. He slammed it, locked it and put up the bars. The side door was already protected, so we were back to where we had been before.
The bear let out a long howl, then started in on calling my name again, but somehow it was even more horrifying this time. I actually woke up at this point, fussing and fighting and saying "Don't let it get me!" out loud.
As for the other dream...
I really can't decide if it was the more horrifying one.
I won't go into as many details, because it's the sort of nightmare that I actually hate, as opposed to the Bear Monster God one which I don't mind at all.
I was driving through town, or some version of town in The Dreaming. I had a girl in the passenger seat. Someone I knew fairly well, but didn't see often. An Internet friend I'd imagine. I was showing her the town and stuff because she had never been, and was considering moving.
As we drove along, something upsetting happened, but I'm not sure what it was. It caused me to drive a bit recklessly and after a bit, I pulled over to calm down. As we talked a bit, we realized that we had pulled over in a very strange place. It was late at night (or early in the morning?) and dark out. We were in a yard filled with art, junk, antiques and strange artifacts. we got out and snooped around some, finding a wonderland of awesome things.
I got a call that I needed to go to a certain location and pick my family up. This seemed somehow linked to whatever the upsetting thing earlier had been. So we drove there and my friend waited in the car while I doubtfully approached the door to the place. I tried to gain access as quietly as possible because I did not like the entire setup.
I made it in, and saw a long dark hallway which ended in a flight of stairs going up to the rest of the building. There were doors on each side. I looked into one, and you were there, sleeping. You were on a couch entwined with someone else, also sleeping. I was careful and silent, as to not wake you. You've avoided me long and hard enough that the last thing I wanted was to speak to you if there was any possibility of being remotely indebted to you due to whatever this situation was which caused me to need to come here to pick up my family. And I especially didn't want to have to talk to you while you were sleeping naked with someone on a couch.
I slipped out of the room and back into the hallway. I composed myself and headed for the next door down to see what there might be. As I was about to open the door, I heard a noise from the top of the stairs and looked to my right and up.
I saw my family descending the stairs and I waited for them, making a gesture for them to be quiet. I was hopeful that I could get them to the car, and home without having to see you at all.
They reached the bottom of the stairs, and I confirmed that they were OK and had their stuff together, and I prepared to lead them out. As I was about to turn around, I saw my Mom's eyes flicker past me over my shoulder. With a deep sense of dread, I turned around to face you.
There you were, in the middle of the hallway. Naked from head to toe, but that's no surprise as you and Modesty were always complete strangers. An entire army of emotions marched across your face in the time it takes to blink your eyes twice.
I mumbled an awkward 'Thank you' and looked away from you with my heart in a knot and my eyes locked on the floor. I shuffled past you on the left, down the hallway towards the door. My mom spoke to you as the family filed past. Something low that I couldn't hear, but it was friendly and amicable, as was your response. I didn't look up, because it was all a motorcade of daggers in my soul, but I knew that the two of you had bonded somehow. Insult to injury.
I held the door as everyone went out to the car. I made the mistake of glancing up, but luckily I didn't see you. Instead I saw your Couch Partner, still asleep, as bare as you were. A crescendo of twisting innards and I stepped back into the crisp night are and silently closed the door behind me. Feeling a tiny sense of relief at the even insubstantial barrier between us.
A deep breath and I headed for the car where I saw my friend helping my family into the car. Good, we could leave immediately and get everyone home and have the entire ordeal over with. I'm still not sure what the issue had been, but it felt like an accident or crisis of a pretty solid order.
Three steps (go figure) and your hand was on my shoulder. As silent as the night you had made it through the door and right up to me, never setting off my Personal Space alarm. Not many people can do that. I can't decide if I hate you for it.
As you touched me, I got a psychic flash of a million things. Your life. Your lies. Your truth. Your history, future, dreams and ideas. Everything streaming past like paparazzi flash montage. I saw that you had changed your hair. a sort of mohawk thing. I saw that your partner did not know. You'd been hiding it. You looked old. Both somehow looked good on you. You were you and not you and everything and nothing all at once.
It made my every atom sing out in agony. I looked directly at you, and into your eyes for the first time in.... forever. A forever of forevers.
And I was falling. Milton's Angels down from heaven didn't fall such as this. The entire world wept and spun, hitched and lurched. This is the primordial soup that the Big Bang left behind and it grew universes.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. I tried again. Two more times (go figure).
There was nothing within me capable of articulation. I could type for 40 days about all the emotions and thoughts presented simultaneously inside me at that exact moment, but even that biblical flood of words would not begin to do any of the jumble justice.
I eventually mumbled another 'Thank you' and added a '"you know... for helping my family and calling me."
I pulled to leave, removing your hand from my shoulder. I could breathe better.
I turned again to go.
Then, the dream of you had more truth, honesty, courage, decency and ....humanity (for a lack of a better word. Vocabulary is so lacking for creatures such as you and I) than the 'real' you ever has. You opened your mouth and said 'You're welcome.'
I took another step. You spoke my name. I cringed. You said "But we can't be..."
I said "I know. I've known for a long time. Go ahead and say it, you should at least have the guts to get it out."
You finished after a lengthy pause ".....friends any more."
I laughed the frightful laugh of a madman and walked towards my car.
I'm not sure if a weight had been lifted, or if the horse-hair holding the sword had finally snapped.
One or the other.
And sometimes, it's all the same.
I woke up again then. Tossed and turned until morning.
Well, I lied a little. I had not meant to go into as much detail on that second dream as I ended up doing.
Maybe it's good to get it all out.
More likely it doesn't matter as nothing really ever does.