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Hmmm, I don't know what to say...
Posted by: Erus Multus Vexo
Before now, this whole Slenderman thing has never caused me any psychological problems. No nightmares, no problems trying to sleep. I've been incredibly distracted from my schoolwork and friends though, I'm entranced by him. I draw him during class, I research and write about him at home. I've only started dreaming about him recently. And that's when the problems started.
I live about smack in the center of Minneapolis, but I'm very close to the river. It's literally a block away to the woods. I had a dream I was driving down the parkway, even though I hadn't received my license yet. I was going by the small field by 35W, when he stepped out of the trees near the road, and I swerved the truck to avoid him, flying off the road and into the river to the right. I was trapped inside, and as the murky water clouded my vision, I saw him recoil at the waters edge, standing at the broken guard rail, watching silently. That's when I woke up in a cold sweat, and pulled the curtains closed out of impulse. I've kept them closed ever since, about 2 weeks ago, but I usually let them open.
Another dream is that I was walking down by the side of the river, at the beach. It was dark and overcast, with a slight fog. I remember a scream piercing my head like a bullet, sending me into what seemed like an adrenaline-drunk rage. My vision blurred and I felt weak, but then everything seemed way too clear, except my thoughts. I blacked out for a second, and then there was a crashed single-person plane that was designed to land on water in front of me. My leg felt broken, and as I got up, I fell, and started crawling away. The plane had started on fire somehow, and I knew I had to leave. I crawled to somebodies feet, and looked up to see the face without detail - the slenderman. I was filled with the adrenaline-drunk energy again, and got up despite my broken leg, and began to run, looking behind me with a shaky glance, seeing him strutting on towards me, his tendrils flailing like a hose in some cartoon. I kept running, but ran into a dead end at a sandstone cliff. I smacked into the cliff, and slid to the ground, my eyes kept down. I couldn't look at him even though I wanted to. I felt his hand on my back, cold as ice, and screamed, and ran again, throwing myself into the dirty river, but feeling safe. I knew I was safe even as I began to drown.
Aparrantly, my mother found me in a cold bath in the early morning as she got ready for work, and I stayed home with a chill that day. I must have made the bath myself and laid in it, falling asleep again with no memory of the event.
I remember the dreams too well, and it's starting to scare me. I've drawn him more than ever, in more and more detail. He's starting to look almost eerily beautiful now. Mesmerizing. I just can't avert my attention.
You see, THIS is why I stopped obsessing about him. The funny thing is, I live in a SUBURB of Minneapolis, Eagan, and I've had dreams about him invading my backyard. I don't like the SM one bit, and I refuse to look at another picture.
BTW, my friend saw him in St. Paul. By any chance, did he have a strut to his walk in your dreams?
[Edited on 03.08.2010 7:44 PM PST]