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A Dream Analysis



Estimated reading time โ€” 6 minutes

There’s a reoccurring dream I’ve had four times now. It always starts the exact same, but ends differently. The main part of the dream goes as follows.

I’m walking along a sidewalk by a speedway near my old neighborhood with homes on the left-hand side and businesses on the right. It’s pitch black, and not a single car passes by. Where I’m walking to is unclear. On the opposite side of the speedway walks a skinny man dressed completely in black with a hoodie. He turns his head at me while still walking, and it’s clear that he’s wearing a white, latex mask.

I suddenly become uneasy, because he doesn’t look like someone I’d want to meet, especially at night, and he’s aware of my presence. At this point, I decide it’s best that I turn around and go back to my old house. I stop walking, and the strange man turns away and continues moving forward, to my relief. I stand there for a few seconds until the man is far off in the distance, then I turn around and walk back to my home.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps from behind me. I look out the corner of my eye, and see that the man is following me and getting very close. My heart begins to pound, and I quicken my pace, wondering how he got behind me so fast when he was so far away from me on the other side of the street just a second ago. After a few moments of panic, I decide it’s time to face this person and see how much danger I’m really in. I turn around to find… a young boy, probably middle school age, wearing a back-pack.

Surprised, I say “hi” to the boy, which he says in return, then walks ahead of me towards a small house with its door opened. An eerie blue light shimmers from the opening. Before going inside, the boy looks back at me and invites me in. I politely refuse, then continue on my way through the darkness.

As I get further away from the boy’s house, it quickly becomes apparent that the blue light is the only light source that can be seen, but I trudge onward. My destination is the house I had grown up in, so finding my way through the dark shouldn’t be a problem. I take a left up a short hill, then a right across a street, knowing my house is just around the corner.

After another hill, I’m sure I’ve found my home, but I soon realize that I’m wrong. I don’t see my house anywhere, and there are no lights on in the entire neighborhood. Unsure of what to do and getting freaked out, I start running, going as fast as I can, and I would never stop till I found my house in the dark maze I was in. That’s where the first dream in this series ends.

The second dream goes the same way right up until the part where the boy invites me into his house. This time, I agree to go inside and get to know him. When I enter the house, I find that the blue light had been coming from a TV screen the whole time, with a Sonic the Hedgehog game being played by his younger brother. I’m instantly greeted by his mother, and his father is in the kitchen making popcorn. While the inside of the house isn’t very spacious, it still looks cozy with a long, comfortable couch and a recliner in the living room.

Without really talking much to the family, I sit down to play my favorite game from back in the day. I play against my new friend, and then with his brother. After a while, the family starts to seem a little too friendly, and an uneasy feeling creeps over me. Things get even more uneasy when the loving mother of the family brings out a plate with cigarettes piled on top, and passes them around to her kids. The kids are way below the legal smoking age, but the mother lights up their cigarettes for them anyway, and they begin smoking with delight.

Even as an adult, smoking is something I’ve never been too fond of, but I take a cigarette anyway, as to not be rude. Once finished, I thank the family for their generosity, and get up to leave. The last thing I remember is the mother arranging candles on a table and lighting them.

In the third dream, I enter the house and play Sonic the Hedgehog just like before, but the part with the cigarettes doesn’t happen. However, the scene with the candles does, and the father stands in front of the TV, holding a book with an upside-down cross on the cover. He opens the book and begins reading passages in a very dark tone. The next thing I know, the four family members start hovering a couple inches off the ground. They float around the entire house, and the younger brother floats up a short flight of stairs to his bedroom, laughing as he does so.

Meanwhile, I’m still sitting on the couch watching all of this, and I’m paralyzed with terror. Even though they were all smiling and having fun with their powers, I was too afraid to move. My fear of what they might do to me kept me from trying to escape, and I awoke from that dream screaming.

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For the fourth and final dream so far, the family didn’t smoke cigarettes or hover in the air like before. Instead, they all sat together on their couch, staring at a blank screen and not speaking or even moving. I was standing up, looking in horror at the man in the latex mask sitting inside the cozy house on the recliner, holding a shiny combat knife. Before I woke up, all I saw after that was darkness, followed by the family members screaming as they were being stabbed repeatedly by the man I had encountered in dream number one.

Now for the dream analysis. A doctor, whose name I can’t reveal at this time, was able to make me realize that the man in the latex mask… is me. The boy I meet on the sidewalk is Stephen Chaney, my old friend. His mother is Megan, father Lewis, and brother Morgan. In all four dreams, I take on the role of my younger self, and the killer is the person I would later become.

On August 13th, 1996, I killed the Chaney Family. I’ve been in prison for a long time, and after ten years I developed amnesia, and simply forgot about that incident. It wasn’t till I started having these dreams that everything came back to me.

Before you decide that you hate me, hear me out first. The ability to float in the air was just one of the many things the Chaney Family were capable of. They weren’t possessed by spirits, they were just evil. Evil incarnate. They could move objects and operate electronics with their minds, hold flames without getting burnt, and they practiced sacrifice and got away with it.

I remember hanging out with Stephen all through middle school and most of high school, always at his house. His family seemed so nice, but through all those years, he had been giving me little hints that they were “gifted”. It was on the last day we hung out that they revealed their flying powers, and I never spoke to him again after that night. Although too afraid to ever go back, I would go out at night on missions to spy on them. It was on these missions that I witnessed the horrible things I mentioned earlier.

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A couple years went by with me doing nothing about this evil presence that lived so close to my house with my loving parents. I tried to put it out of my mind, and went forward with my plan of going to college and living in a dorm room. While in college, I spent a lot of my time in the library, reading about the occult. What I read confirmed what I saw on my spying missions, and action had to be taken. I couldn’t go to the police, I knew I had to go it alone.

On August 13th, I drove my fairly new car back to my old neighborhood to stay the night at my parents’ house. When they had fallen asleep that night, I snuck out wearing a hoodie and a latex mask, and made my way towards the Chaney House. I cut their power, then crept in through their unlocked backdoor to find them standing in their living room in confusion. I rushed at them with a knife my dad had kept from his days in the military, and I was able to kill them all, starting with the father and ending with my old friend Stephen. I savored their death screams, and when it was over, and I was walking back home, that’s when the cops came.

The screaming of those demonic bastards had been loud enough for the police to show up, and two of them tackled me to the ground and threw me in their squad car before I could run home. My crime was all over the news the next day. People called me “disturbed”, and “maniacal”, and “crazy”. No one would believe that I had saved an entire neighborhood from evil forces. Instead of a simple “thank you”, I got life in prison.

Well, since it’s almost time for my medication, I’ll end this with a word of caution: Only trust those closest to you. Don’t just assume that most people are normal and good-natured. There are beings living amongst us that take the forms of average-looking, friendly people, and should they choose, they will harm you. If you suspect that there’s something off about a seemingly normal person, remember my story.

Credit To: J.Stan Shocker

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17 thoughts on “A Dream Analysis”

  1. Creepy pasta review

    It was very well written and explained.I believe it would have been more realistic if you ended at paragraph 15.That way the demonic floating wouldn’t have been included and would have made the creepy pasta seem like it could actually happen.The floating in the dream could simply be dismissed as something weird that happened in a dream.

  2. i had a similar dream 8 times with slender man at the end doing the same thing 8 times. 1st: i was in the south poll and pinguins were making fun of me. than slender man came up and ripped me in half. 2nd: i had a croqai mallet and i was hitting penguins. than slender man ripped me in half. 3rd i had a metal crogai mallet and a machete and i was killing penguins. than slender man ripped me in half. 4th i had a steel croqai mallet, a machete, and a hockey mask and i was attacking penguins. than slender man came and ripped me in half. 5th i had a bulldover with steel croqai mallets all over it and i was smashing peguins. than slender man appeared behind me and ripped me in half. 6th i had a flaming croqai mallet and i kept lighting the penguins on fire. than slender man ripped me in half. 7th i was sneaking up on penguins and cutting there neck open with a small croqai mallet and i threw them into the ocean. than slender man ripped me in half. 8th i was ready for slender man and i killed all penguins in my path with a ruby croqai mallet. when slender man appeared i charged at him swinging the croqai mallet as fast as i could. i got a blow to his head but he got behind me and held me up with his tentical like arms. i lashed at him with the mallet making him let go. i finally swung at his legs and made him trip. i ran as fast as i could only to realize that slender man melted the ice. when i woke up, i was in somones pool and i was out of breath

  3. Not a bad start. I need more buy in on why the protagonist is justified in killing them. being able to float above ground or move objects with your mind is not evil in and of itself. Even sacrifices need a little more context to be taken seriously.

    1. I got the feeling that the comment at the end was a warning against him. He secretly knows that he made all of this up, and that the family was really just a normal family. In the beginning, he was an "average looking, friendly person" before he snapped. I think he was actually warning people about people like him instead of the family. If you look at it that way, the story is infinitely creepier. We never get the word of anyone besides him that the family is doing these things. Are any of the things that he described really evil? Being able to float, not being able to be burned by fire? The last thing, "sacrifices", wasn’t even specific. This could imply that he made the last part up to justify his actions, or even all of it up. The "amnesia" is just another way to reason with the fact that he, a normal person, would not be able to do a horrible act like this

  4. What i think Shocker is trying to say is, and maybe everyone else got this and i’m just repeating what everyone knows, but i feel like the end paragraph was more referring to the main character. The family obviously couldn’t trust him, even though he seemed normal. The main character thought he was talking to them but the reader knows that he is more talking about himself.

    1. Deadlynightshade

      Thought he was talking about his friend. He says “trust those closest to you” as only family. I think he’s saying he shouldn’t have trusted his friend n his family. So IMO the last paragraph isn’t about the writer it’s about his friend.

  5. this story would be even better if the story coincided with a real crime. that may sound morbid but i like the idea of creepypastas that you can relate to real life.

  6. I enjoyed this! It started getting a little rushed at the end, but I really liked where you described the dreams. Very good story. :)

  7. Not really, the twist is too slow and drawn out, it starts to not make sense. Either he knows the kid or he doesn’t, don’t call him just "some kid" if it’s actually his closest childhood friend. And the whole "amnesia" thing only makes sense if he hadn’t gotten caught, it’s hard to forget (to not even RECOGNIZE) the thing you’re currently locked up for.

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