Dream Encounters

The bits and pieces the hellish experience I had last night go, as I recall:

It began with me walking down my hallway, now horribly twisted and elongated. I remember peering out a small window on the front door, scanning the outside. I continued downstairs into a freezing, pitch black version of my basement. A windowless gap pierced the side of the main wall. I knew something was coming, and as a result my heartrate increased dramatically. Then, just as expected, He drifted past the gap and peered in to the window. For some reason he had a face though, hair too; although the features were too blurry to make out. I was unable to move and ran into my bedroom, collapsing into my bed. From here things only got worse- during this sequence my body mistakingly forced me to believe I was awake (since I was in bed already); I would go through 10 second cycles of being 'actually awake' and still stuck in this nightmare. I knew I was dreaming yet I could not escape... Until 3:58 AM, when I woke up, half convulsing.

tl;dr - Zalgo'd IRL

That is what I've been afraid of since I started getting into this. I've had sleep paralysis before, where I'm aware of my surroundings (in bed in my room) but I can't move at all (besides breathing and blinking) and there's WEIRD stuff going on (so I'm really still dreaming). Luckily I haven't had any nightmares with Slenderman yet, and I'm especially greatful that I haven't had a sleep paralysis dream with him (or the Rake or Masky...). Now that I've said that, both will probably happen tonight.

So here is my dramatic- but true story about my most feared dream ever.

When i was very young i dreamed about slenderman, but it's not until now that i really find out about slenderman that i recognize him so well from that dream. When i was small i would always sleep with the door a little open, and i could sleep in a completely dark room.
See, before we moved we lived in a big, old house. It was actually from the 1900th century. We had two rooms, where we would store old things we didn't really need.
So to make this story easy to get- i will explain a little more about my house, when you enter the house there is this small hallway. You can either go left into the living room or right into the library- Or you could go straight forward to the stairs. When you reach the end of the stairs there is a new hallway. If you look to the right you see a door(where we store some of the things we don't need, like old toys, magazines and stuff), and at the right from that door there is a very small corridor, the door to my room is at the end. If you instead look to the left there is another door, in there is a room with tools my father use sometimes, like a saw, nails, paint, hammers.
And to the left of this door is a corridor to my sisters room. So it's quite mirrored.
So, my room was the largest, but in here was another door to the last room where we store old clothes, it's hard to get in there as it is packed with things. I hated that door, it was completely white without any details. Sometimes at night i could hear sounds coming from that room(and when i think about it i'm pretty sure it was drafts, remember that the house was very old), i never dared to move when i heard this. Even though i slept with lights out.

And then i had this dream, i think i was about, six or seven years old? not sure, but the dream started with hearing sounds coming from the room containing the old toys, and the magazines, i was lying in my bed, my door was as usual a little bit open so that some light could enter the room.
I instantly knew that the sounds cam from a stack of my old toys, that was being pushed aside, as if someone was trying to get too the door through all the things. And so suddenly i heard the door to that room open, i wondered if it was my dad who was looking for something, but then i can see from where I'm lying at the end of the room how a shadow comes closer to the door until the light coming from the doorway is completely covered by the person standing in front of the door. So now the door starts to open, slowly. But when it is completely open i can see i freakishly tall man standing there, he is so tall that his head is just above the doorways top. The person is wearing a suit, and those things struck me especially when i first heard of slenderman. Though this suit was completely white.
The man bent down a little so that he could get through the door, and i saw his face, which didn't exist, but some small facial features as sharp cheekbones. I was completely paralyzed and i just stared at the man as he( probably) looked at me. But so he started to move towards the door to the room that contained the old clothes, he entered and closed the door behind him. And so i woke up.
it was quite early, i'm not sure about the time but if i have to guess it was around seven or eight in the morning.
Funny thing was- My door was quite slow and was hard to get open, and never opened more on it's own than like i usually had it in the night.
But then i woke up from that dream, my bedroom door was wide open.

And from that day i refused to sleep with an open door, and all the lights that i had in my room would be on in the night. I didn't go near the door to the clothes-storage ever again.
So when i reached the age of eleven me, my mother and sister moved to another town, family matters. My dad still lives in that house.

I had a sort of half dream about him earlier. Well, more of a vivid thought. You know those snippets of image and narrative you get when you're laying in bed just slightly awake?

I was just looking at slenderman from a distance. He was in a forest, but it was summer. Bright and dry. And he just waves his long limbs around gently as if enjoying the sun.
This was such a relief, ever since I watched those Marble Hornet vidoes I've been dreading having a nightmare about him. But it seems like my subconscious has taken nicely to Slenderman!

Well, I had one dream experience with Slendy. You could say they were two, since I was partially asleep it was hard to tell how much time passed between them. It was in that strange place between awake and asleep, where you can still be fully aware of your surroundings, but your thought stop making sense and the dream world can be projected by your mind onto the real one.

My eyes were closed, and I was just gently falling asleep. then I felt a hand touch my leg. A hand that was underneath the covers. I opened my eyes. The hand was gone from my leg now, but next to the bed I saw a pale hand and two long legs. I pushed myself up off the bed and looked up. There he was, his back hunched over against the curving ceiling of my room. I looked at him. He looked at me. I blinked, and he was gone.

After I blinked, I was fully awake. I looked around my room a bit, laid back down on my bed, and went back to sleep.

It bothers me to this day that I didn't panic at all during the nightmares, only later did I remember and freak out about it. I felt strangely comfortable with that alien, inhuman thing in the room with me. Comfortable enough to just lay down and go back to sleep after I woke up all the way. That should not have been how I behaved, and yet, it is exactly what I did.

I find it strange that, even though I don't believe he exists in real life, that when I had these 'dreams' he behaved in them just as Slender Man would behave, in real life.

I'm not sure if this was a dream or not, but I'll be telling it like it was because it felt like one.

I was sitting up in bed, reading, even though there were no lights on. I look up from the book to see something at the foot of my bed. It wore all black and had no face, so it was pretty obvious it was Slendy. I sat there and stared at him for a long, long time with out moving. Then, he moved and turned to my bookcase. For some reason, he took the teapot I keep there and walked out the sliding glass door in my room that leads to the back yard. I went back to bed after that. When I woke up in the morning, my teapot was back, but the handle was rotated and it was pushed to the back of the shelf instead of at the front where I usually leave it.

I wonder what he wanted your teapot for...

This is my guess...

This dream actually cause me to step away from Slender Man for several months:

3-FEB-10
The nightmare centered on Slender Man.
In the dream, my boyfriend was helping me with my research. We were in a myths & legends class together at school. I chose Slender Man & he agreed. It was a good topic, though he was nervous that somehow we would “call” Slender Man just by researching it. I tried to talk him out of it, but he refused to go with me to do interviews.
One one such interview, I was talking to a guy, around my age that had been working as a logger the summer before. While out there working, there had been an accident & 4 of his teammates had been killed when a huge cable snapped on some machinery. he had snuck back to the scene of the crime later that night, to pay his respects to his friends.
While sitting in the middle of the dark woods, simply talking to the trees, he had heard children’s laughter. He had called out, thinking that some kid’s had heard him eulogizing to his dead friends & were making fun fun of him. He grew angry, began screaming & cursing at the kids to come out & face him
“Then this—skelator-looking dude stepped out. Freaky thing was his suit was immaculate.”
“How so?” I asked, jotting down notes.
“Like, too clean. The trail up to where I was is really rough. mud, thorns, bees you name it. But this guy’s suit didn’t have a spec of dirt or mud on it.”
“Did you see his face?”
“No.” he said. “I hauled ass when he stepped out. Never looking back.”
I thanks him for sharing his story with me then gave him my number should he see the “Suit Man” as he called him, again.
After the interview, I met up with my boyfriend. I told him I wanted to go to the place the guy said he saw Slender Man. My boyfriend definitely did not want to go there, but after my pleading, he gave in.
Wasn’t much there but I took some photos for my school project
-Dream shift-
I was now giving my speech. My boyfriend was at the back of the classroom manning the computer.projector, while I was speaking to the class. I was near the end of my speech, showing the pictures I had taken from the guy’s story. I wasn’t looking at the projection on the wall behind me, just at the audience.
The picture changed & in the middle of my speech people started laughing.
“What?” i asked, glancing over my shoulder at the photo being shown. A girl in the front pointed at the photo, yelling “OH NO!!!!! IT’S SLENDER MAN!!!!”
The class continued to laugh. I looked at the photo again & in fact, off behind a tree, in the background of one of the photos I shot, was Slender Man, peeking out at the camera.
I thought my boyfriend was playing a stupid joke. I yelled at him to go to the next photo. In this one too, was Slender Man. Furious I left eh room.
Outside, I leaned against a tree, just pissed at the world. I looked around trying to calm down. Off across the courtyard I could see someone standing perfectly still. Just watching me. I moved closer to him & as I moved closer, the more I realized what I was looking at, someone I believed put up to look like Slender Man bu my boyfriend to make fun of me. Angrily, I shouted at the person.
“Hey! Not funny! Did Todd put you up to this? Take the stupid mask off jackass.”
I was only about ten feet from the person when I heard my boyfriend calling my name. I turned around, yelling & cursing at him about his stupid joke.
“Lisa, I didn’t do that! I swear, I never saw Slender Man in those photos until 5 minutes ago.” he said.
“So you didn’t pay this asshole to dress up in a Slender Man costume?”
I jerked my head toward where the guy had been. Only realizing once I looked back at my boyfriend, that the guy int he suit was gone.
“What asshole?” Todd asked.
I looked back. The guy was gone. I looked all around, in every direction but he was nowhere.
-Dream shift-
I was at home, on the phone with my boyfriend. I had been hiding in my room doing research on Slender Man, having seen him several times now.
“I don’t like being alone.” I told him. “I feel like anytime I open a door or look out a window, I’m going to see him.”
“I thought you WANTED to see him”
“It is a littler different now.” I said to him. “Now I am not searching for the truth. I’m running from it & it is chasing me.”
Eventually he had to get off the phone & go to work. I told him I was gonna go to his house as soon as he got off work. He called as soon as he got off work & talked to me as I walked down the street to his house.
Suddenly, he was there. Standing in the middle of the street in broad daylight. In my panic, I froze. My phone from my hand, breaking apart on the pavement. I stood motionless, just staring as Slender Man stared back at me. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him for fear that he would appear behind me the second I closed my eyes. Instead, I yelled out to him:
“What do you want from me?!”
He didn’t move, but slowly began to change, his arms extending, twisting around him. I continued to yell at him.
“I’ve done no wrong. I don’t kill animals or cut down trees. I treat all the elements of nature with respect, so why so you haunt me?”
A car horn blared behind me. I jerked my head to see it was Todd’s car pulling over to the curb beside me. I jumped in the car.
“Get me out of here!”
“What happened?” He asked as we pulled away.
“I saw him again. He transformed into some new shape. In all my research, I’ve never seen anything quite like that… He became snake-like.”
“He’s a shape-shifter, right?”
“One theory says that.” I answered.
“Maybe he takes on the shape the person sees.”
“Maybe….but why snake-like. I’m not scared of snakes.”
“Everyone is to a certain degree.” he said.
We drove in silence. I didn’t want to go to his house, not wanting to take Slender Man there. Instead we went to the library & did more research into the German Folklore of Der Grossmann.
“I think I got something here.” he said. “A German to Latin saying.”
“German to Latin? Weird, so a German translated saying into Latin. Why? If he is German in origin, why speak Latin to him?” I asked
“Maybe this German guy thought Slender Man was older than Germanic text so he tried Latin to communicate with him.”
I tore out the page & began reading the Latin phrase. Roughly translated it said:
”Harm me not,
you who are older than
the trees.
A woodsman I’m not.”
“That explained why the logger saw him. If Slender Man is a tree spirit gone rouge, of course he’d torment someone who cuts down trees for a living.”
Just them my boyfriend’s phone started ringing.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s….you.” he said, showing the screen to me. I dug in my pocket.
“I don’t have my phone… I dropped it on the road when I saw…”
“I think it is for you.” he said giving me the phone. I answered.
“Hello?”
“Li…. Lisa?” It was the logger.
“Aw, sheesh, Mike. You scared me—wait. How’d you get Todd’s nu-“
He cut me off & in a whispered, gravely voice he repeated the Latin phrase.I just learned of.
“How—-Where did… why that saying, Mike?
I asked. The line became static.
“All humans have destroyed the trees.”
“Mike?” the line grew worse, pops & cracks, then a whisper on the other end.
“Non are innocent.” then the line died.
“What? What did he say?” Todd asked.
“None are safe.” I repeated, giving him the phone back. “And it wasn’t Mike.”
I grabbed the piece of paper and snatched the phone up.
“Hey,where-“
“Stay here!” I told him. the ran outside.
Once outside, I ran around the side of the library, down a small hill & into a park. Once there I began dialing Les. While the phone rang I read the Latin saying of the paper. Finally the line picked up.
“Hello?” Les said.
“Translate for me!”
“What?” she asked
“German!Ii need German! ” I yelled.
“Do you know what time -“
“Les!,It is life or death here, just fucking translate. Repeat what I say in English but you say it in German.”
“Fine. Ok.”
I put the phone on speaker phone.
“What do you want translated?” She asked.
“One of the trees, come to me.”
“That’s stupid, are you playing a joke?”
“LES!!!!”
“Fine!” She translated it
“None are innocent.” she translated
“keep repeating that until I tell you to stop.” I said.
She went one repeated it for about 10 minutes, before I notice a tall shadow behind a tree.
“Ok, now this: I see you.” she translated.
The shadow began to grew in mass, goring darker.
“I want to know the truth.” Les translated.
The shadow grew again.
“I fear & respect you. Love & adore you.” she translated.
The shadow was gone. Then I saw a tall shadow fall over me from behind.
“I may not be innocent but I’m honest.” Les translated.
I feared turning around.
“Who’s that?” Les asked “Who is the guy speaking German?”
I didn’t hear anything, but I went with it.
“Just translate it into English for me.”
“Ok,…um: Honesty doesn’t pay for the crime.”
“Tell him: Is the punishment remain the same for all crimes?” she asked in German
“He say: Death always pays for death.”
The shadow began to change, I could see long veins moving around me.
“So the undertaker shall punish as the murder?” she translated
“Yes and he added a word, but I don’t know it”
“What word! Translate as best as you can!”
“Uh, joined? Death, conjoined? Something like that. Dying being a means of rejoining?”
“So he wants to ill me so I’ll be join with him?
“What, Lisa! Should I call the police?!”
“TRANSLATE!”
She translated then yelled” Lisa, RUN!”
“I can’t run, Les. I’m trapped. Thank you for helping me. I love you. And Les, know he;s real. Slender Man is going to kill me while you listen.”
Veins slowly began to close around me, choking me, blinding me. Some began to puncture my skin. I slowly blacked out. All I could hear was Les screaming on the speaker phone in German and the laughter and screams of children.
THE END


I want to apologize for the harsh language of my dream. Apparently, my subconscious doesn’t have the same filter my waking conscious does.

I can honestly say I have never had a SlenderMan, Marble Hornets, or anything SM related dream. I am awesome?

Life, I haven't either.

Until last night. Well. He wasn't in it... but he was mentioned. The Rake was in it though. And it was terrifying. hasjdash I woke up with a start. I don't remember it anymore though.

My friend had a Slendy dream last night. Something to do with him being in an abandoned place and serial killers chasing him. And then Slendy violently kills him. And this all apparently went on for quite a while.

And he hasn't even had anything to do with Slendy in a while.

Oddly enough, I'm probably more into Slendy than him, and I've only had around one Slendy dream..

So, craziest thing ever. The night of the solstice, I woke up and experienced what seems to match up pretty well with sleep paralysis for the first time in my life. Timewise, it would have been while the eclipse was happening.

But anyway, if you've been following my blog, you probably know about the "token" I wear: a piece of carved ash wood with the names of two people who are fairly important to me. Anyway, I had taken it off at night. It was within reach, though. Anyway, what happened was that I woke up in the middle of the night. I was just filled with this...overwhelming sense of fear. It didn't feel like the Slender Man was physically in my room, but there was this feeling of his presence. Like he was nearby, or was somehow watching me. I couldn't move. There was this tingling feeling in my body, like when your arms or legs have fallen asleep, but it was paralyzing. I reached out for my token, and I could feel it at the tip of my fingers, but I couldn't manage to reach quite far enough to grab it. When I finally did, I could feel the paralyzing tingling start to subside. It wasn't an instant disappearing, but I could move more freely again, and a huge sense of relief flooded through me.

Now, I don't know if grabbing the token was the cause or the effect of the fear subsiding, but the fact that it happened on the solstice? Almost enough to make me consider his existence. Almost.

Andy

I had this one dream where Slendy stole my pants. True story bros.

Life wrote:

I can honestly say I have never had a SlenderMan, Marble Hornets, or anything SM related dream. I am awesome?

Or just very lucky.

I had a slenderman dream before i knew of his "existance."
It was THE DAY before my best friend introduced me to slenderman through the MarbleHornets videos :
I was walking around my bedroom, and was cleaning up.
I opened the door to my closet to see an insanely tall man who had no face in a suit.
I was totally cool about it and crawled into bed. but then it dawned on me that a stranger was in my closet. I'm not sure when i woke up but i was in the exact same position i was in during my dream.
I looked over to my closet just to make sure it was only a dream, and to my dismay the door was wide open. I always sleep with it closed.

NO JOKE. Today in my computer room i found a dagger with the operator symbol on it. if it's my brother playing a joke on my i will never talk to him again.

Ive had multiple dreams about him.

The first was weird, i don't recall falling asleep and it doesn't help that the dream took place with me laying in my bed. When all of the sudden, his black tentacles/limbs(don't know what you guys refer to it as) came out of the wall, picked me up, and began to drag me into the wall, at which point i woke up. When i tried to sleep again later that night, i had another dream form my bed where i don't remember falling asleep, and this time i saw him standing in the corner and he tried to grab me again.

Ive had other dreams, most i just see him then wake up, so i won't type them up.

I had two dreams - the second was hazy and barely connected. The first meshed into another dream and then totally... dreamjacked it, I suppose. I was watching a video, with someone over my shoulder who had been the cameraman. The focus was on two girls in a schoolyard who were sitting by a tree. Suddenly, the cameraman said, "Look, there he is," and it shifted just slightly, and people were walking around in the background. Of course, my vision hooked on the person walking past without a face, which was enough of a shock for me to wake up and freak out a bit.

...I can't imagine Slender Man actually walking, though, just standing, so it wasn't all that accurate of a dream, but it did freak me out. x3

Huh, I had no idea the solstice was so important to the Mythos. I recently got married on Dec. 21st and started a fairly massive project, too. I've always considered it an important date for religious reasons but I never knew it had any connection to a certain tall and slender fellow...

More on-topic, I've had a couple, both of which were sort of lame. In one, he turned out to be my brother-in-law. The other was more of a sleep paralysis image, not so much a dream. He was just standing in my doorway. The door had been ripped off its hinges and my hallway light surrounded him as he leaned into the frame. My ear burned as something whispered "Picture it"

But when I woke, the door was closed and the light was off.

I still have yet to have a Slender Man dream. Or even a dream where he appears.

Am I weird in the head?

Four dreams now, yay. Two in a row. x3 Third one was just Mythos-related, with Zero in it - which shows just how weirdly my mind works, eh? I never get normal dreams - and then today's with him lurking around in the background of some random stuff happening. Didn't wake me up gasping with terror, though, so that's... better?

I've only had one Slendy dream. It was after seeing Nightmare on Elm Street for the first time (yeah, took me a while to get around to watching that.) In my dream, Freddy appeared in my room, and started stalking towards my bed.
Then Slendy appeared behind him and tore him apart with his tentacles.
It was pretty awesome.

I had a dream where I WAS SLENDER. It was pretty cool, no stalking was done, but I was taking a walk down a very long pier in a huge city that looked straight outta Sonic the HedgeHog.

^Well I would say that there is a little bit of Slendy in all of us, and a little bit of everyone in Slendy.

I had a dream with him in it, though I hesitate to put it here because it wasn't scary or even interesting.

Life wrote:

I still have yet to have a Slender Man dream. Or even a dream where he appears.

Am I weird in the head?

Nope. If you are, I am too. Never dreamed about him, but then again I rarely dream at all.