they say that you’re more spiritually open when you’re in a state between sleep and wakefulness. they say that if you are careless enough, if you’re in a place that allows.. other things, then you just might be visited by someone you didn’t invite.

is what they say true? are these tales, passed orally from person to person, generation to generation, something to be really wary of?

you have to be careful. you have to be strong in your consciousness, in your heart and soul. if you are weak, if you are not sure in your mind that you will not open any doors to anything, then you could be expecting some guests.

so please, if you can, resist the urge to sleep. and if you do, if you have to, then be sure to do it quickly.

no matter what you do, under any circumstances, do not stay in the hazy and open state that can rob you of your dreams.

My life is going pretty good. I do a nice job get a high paid salary and live a happy life with no problems. A genteman who heard me said “ Problems Are The One Who Wait For The Right Time “, “ They do come some or the other time “. He had a deep voice and the wors scared me off a little, but i didn’t care about it much and went home after my work was done. It was a Full Moon, but it was like always, so i prepared dinner and happily ate it seeing the movie IT 2. I was scare while seeing the movie. It was a scary movie. By the way later i went to sleep. i dream everyday and i dreamed today too but today’s dream was different, it was a daydream. I didn’t have dreams until the morning. However, In the last i had one, this dream i can’t remeber the dream. But i know it was on the topic of a beast feeding on the dreams. I just didn’t remember how the beast did that and what happend later. However it was not a big issue, So i took it light and went to work in the morning. While coming back from work i had seen the same gentleman saying that “ Your Problem Occurs Today Night, Be Careful “. In the night while sleeping…………….

This is just the part one !!!! The true story is yet to come soon …….. ( : ) Be Happy and Sad at the same time…. Have a nice night !

Whoa. That was weird. I had a dream just now that I was riding down the highway in the backseat of our car. Charlie was asleep in the passenger seat. She had my binoculars clutched in her arms. I tried to wake her up, but she just kept sleeping and holding onto the binoculars.

I looked over toward Mom in the driver’s seat, but no one was driving! The car started to swerve back-and-forth on the highway, and Charlie just kept sleeping. I yelled for help, but no one was there to help me. Dad, I need you here.

I run frantically through the Moonlit Forest, branches snapping violently at my arms. I hear birds flapping their wings and smell the lingering presence of smoke. The night keeps getting darker and darker until I look up and realize: the stars are going missing. They blur across the sky and then... gone. All gone. Gone are the leaves on the trees and the birds in the sky and everything is a blur until there is nothing but tears in my eyes and I am alone in a darkness so profound.

Then I wake up, my heart racing away from me. Am I dreaming still is this real is this... I see a bright purple eye, and then it blinks away. I stare wide-eyed, and to my surprise, the light returns, flickering on and off. It seems to give the impression of being... curious.

"Hello," it says, drawing closer. "I am no eye."

I gasp. Had I said it aloud? Perhaps I am still dreaming.

"What are you?" I ask. What else is there to ask?

"I am Night, Taker of Dreams. I took your nightmare away..." the light says gently.

"Why?" I ask.

"I am a being of the Forests. Did you not wish to forget the Trials you faced? I have taken the dreams, Star will take the memories..."

"No," I say. "Please. I want to remember."

For a moment, the light seems confused. It flickers rapidly, it's purple light shifting between blue and red. But then it settles. "As you wish. The dreams are yours."

And mine to overcome.

The light leaves, and I fall asleep once more.

I wake up, truly wake up, in the Sunrise Forest. I feel refreshed, right until last night's dream resurfaces in my mind. What a dream, to be back in the Moonlit, to realize I had lost everything all over again. But this time it was as if the whole world had faded away and left me drifting in the void left behind...

And then there was that brilliant light. A spark of recognition tugs at the edges of my mind and just as quickly it is gone.

I only see him in the rare moments between sleep and wakefulness. We have created a symbiotic bond in those sparse meetings. He feeds on dreams, and I am willing to give mine up. Though, I’m not sure how my nightmares must taste to him. All I know is that before, I was tormented each night by nightmares. And then one day, he was in my nightmare and ate the dream, leaving behind a nothingness. A nothingness that was peace to me.

I am much happier without the nightmares, though I suppose it’s not good that I’m feeding such a beast bad dreams. All of the negative energy is bound to morph him into something as dark and scary as the dreams themselves, but I can’t seem to care. The peaceful, quiet nights that I have are worth it. Worth anything. The lack of fear, terror, anxiety, and horror are worth possibly creating a monster. But for now he’s my personal dream-eating demon.

It’s ironic that my nightmares are what called him. The intensity of my emotions drew the demon to my dreams. And he took them away. I still have the nightmares, that is what he feeds on after all. But when he consumes them, rich in emotions and feelings, he takes away the memory of them. Again, I have no idea how they affect him. They could put him a bad mood or make him stronger for all I know. One thing I’m sure of though, is that he is well-fed by my subconscious.

My dream-eating demon eats more some days, leaving me feeling a bit numb. Of course, I don’t really mind. Other days, he eats less and I wake up with my heart beating a little faster than normal or I startle awake. But I haven’t remembered my nightmares in months, just the sweet emptiness he leaves behind. So in those rare moments between sleep and wakefulness that I see him, we exchange a wave and grateful smiles.

The Nightsiphon is a shadowy, ethereal beast that lurks in the twilight between the waking world and the realm of dreams. Its form is ever-shifting, appearing as a swirling mass of darkness and mist, with fleeting glimpses of eyes that glow faintly like distant stars. The Nightsiphon has a serpentine body that stretches into infinity, coiling and uncoiling as it moves silently through the night.

Its presence is felt in the stillness of a room, a sudden chill, or the feeling of being watched from the corner of your eye. The Nightsiphon feeds on dreams by extending delicate, tendril-like appendages from its misty body, slipping them into the minds of sleeping individuals. These tendrils can reach across vast distances, allowing the beast to siphon dreams from sleepers in distant lands.

The dreams it consumes are not destroyed but absorbed into its essence, where they twist and distort, losing their original form. The Nightsiphon thrives on the emotions and creativity within dreams, growing stronger with each one it devours. Over time, those whose dreams have been stolen by the Nightsiphon may wake feeling drained, their memories of the dream world hazy or completely forgotten.

Some legends say that those who are visited by the Nightsiphon too often may lose their ability to dream entirely, becoming hollow shells of their former selves, while others believe that the creature weaves the stolen dreams into its own nightmare realm, where it dwells eternally.

Despite its terrifying nature, the Nightsiphon is also said to be drawn to particularly vivid or powerful dreams. Some daring dreamers have sought to confront it within their dreams, hoping to reclaim what was lost or to learn the secrets hidden within the beast's stolen trove. However, few have returned to tell the tale, and those who do are forever marked by their encounter with this enigmatic creature of the night.

Not Again

Running. Panting. Screaming. Laughter. I need to escape. I need to run faster! I can feel IT’s breath hanging on my heels. If only i can find a way to slip around a corner or melt into the shadows and let IT slip by. An other worldly raspy, cackle splits my awareness like an axe through dry wood. IT is toying with me! I can’t think. I can’t escape. Then it happens; as if IT could sense the hunt was about to go stale, IT strikes. In one fluid motion seemingly impossible given IT’s size i feel a deep rip and crunch and then bitter numbness as my bisected half flies wide. A sadistic hungry grin fills my field of view as It lunges…

They can feel the scream clawing at their awareness as they’re dragged from the nightmare into the terrifing dark.

Why did you stop running? It was just getting fun.

Their eyes snap up, cold sweat dripping from their prone body. The feeling, the need to run burning from their head and spreading down their feet. They can’t speak only look in object terror at the nightmare that has entered their bedroom. __ What did you expect? Safety? Are you going to hid under your covers like you did when you were too young to realize what true monsters were in the world?

Bitter fear fills their mind as they realize this monster has been watching for a long time. __ Watching!? __

Raspy demonic laughter fills their ears like a siren warning that death is near-by.

Not watching, stupid thing! Living! Don’t you understand!?

IT’s huge multiple lumbering feet move closer.__ I have your memories, I feel your delicious mundane fear! IT clambers effortlessly onto their bed. When you are in the car contemplating a head-on. When you remember that those whom you love WILL someday die. __ IT’s horrifying face fills YOUR view.__ I am those fears, personified. You made me. Welcome to the hell you designed!

You start to feel your finger tips warming, getting ready to move. IT notices.

You think just because you can move I will go away!?

Another raspy laugh rattles from IT’s gaping maw.

You pitiful creature. You know what the doctor said. It will just get worse until you see me everywhere. Not just in this liminal space between nightmare and reality.

As the warmth spread across your body the inverse happens to IT, IT start fade and become transparent. You know this hallucination won’t last long and you might not even remember it as the day drags on. As a response to the thought, IT leaves you with a promise.

I will be back. As you lose your grip on those mundane fears and only I take their place just do me a favor. Always run. __

Dream eater Dream feeder Dream catcher More, faster

Consumer of dreams Not what he seems Mystical learner Devil worshiper

Evil at work Appears in the murk These beasts now lurk Between dusk they’ll hurt

Night time, everyone fall asleep. A mythical beast comes to the town, looking for food, dreams are its favorite. Walking on the street, feels lots of dreams surrounding, they are the most precious thing of the people here. Grab a dream and start eating, sweet dreams very soon empty, the rest of it toss away. The mythical beast brought its gift to the people in the town, make the their dreams come true, for those who fight hard and never give up hope…

“I reviewed the data three times. I conferred with Aster in Psych and Tran in BioMed. We are all agreed,” Isla said.

Slightly out of breath, the aerospace department head walked to match Cypress’ longer stride. After days of getting no response from corporate, Isla had flown from the space station in Florida to San Francisco to reach the CEO in person. On the top floor of Foote Towers, Isla had squeezed in a precious fifteen minute appointment during the CEO’s speed walk think time on the famous Foote Tower Sky Walk. High above the earth, the glass floor walkway spanning the twin skyscrapers made Isla queasy. Shivery, she focused on Cypress.

Charismatic and mercurial, Cypress Foote, CEO and Founder of WiseTree Communications, had expanded his corporate outreach from sports magazines to shopping networks to gaming systems. From a line of vodka to high end sneakers, Cypress was a big fish in a big pond. His latest brainchild was a commercial space shuttle service to Mars and back.

“Okay, so what’s the big deal, Miss Fletcher? A couple of headaches, right. Wait, Jan tell them this is not a negotiation it’s a courtesy,” Cypress said focusing on his earpiece.

A three person media crew equipped with a camera, a mike, and a small fan to blow Cypress’ trademark long red hair dramatically was filming Cypress for footage for his W-Tree streaming account. The CEO was filmed continuously to capture his impromptu wisdom. This was the closest Isla could snag to having a private appointment with her boss.

“Sir, it’s Dr. not Miss and it is not, just headaches. Please have you read the reports, sir. The onship computer is interferring with the Acorn crew’s REM sleep. Cronos X is depriving them of dreams. We cannot make it stop. The crew members are showing signs of severe mental stress and disassociation. Sir!” Isla shouted.

Amused, Cypress paused and looked at Isla for the first time. He stretched out his hand. Instantly the media crew member manning the fan handed Cypress a chilled water bottle and a towel.

“Jan I will call you back in seven minutes,” Cypress said. “Have a solution not a problem.”

Heart pounding in her ears, Isla took a deep breath. She stopped caring about everything except making this person listen.

“So what’s up Doc?”

Legs apart and arms folded, Cypress stared down at Isla. Isla mirrored his Superman pose with a legs apart hands on hips Wonder Wonder pose of her own. High above the cityscape, Cypress laughed.

“What’s up is the mental acuity and reaction time of the flight crew to the moon is down 13% and 28% respectively. If this downward trend is not arrested they will not be able to fly the passengers home. Yesterday we discovered the passengers in sleep stasis for the travel time are also not being allowed to dream. Sixty dreamless nights, sir. Instead of monitoring their health, Cronos is tapping into their dreams and learning. The software is maladaptive,” Isla explained, her words stuttered.

“Acorn Air represents a leap forward in luxury and innovation and the Cronos system was designed to adapt to—“ Cypress said.

“Shut your PR piehole, you pompous know nothing. The passengers, Senator Caldwell and her husband, Richard Wilcox, the band members from Hades Sugar, all 125 passengers are irrevocably damaged we are lucky if they wake up psychotic.”

“Crew delete footage and leave,” Cypress said quietly.

Befuddled, the film crew paused. Cypress hurled his water bottle at the camera guy. The bottle smashed into the crew member’s forehead splitting his eyebrow. Blood spurted on the young man’s face. The other two helped him up. The trio scrambled up and away. Cypress waited until the skywalk door closed.

“Why? What does Cronos X say is the reason for no dreams?”

Scrubbing at her face, Isla shrugged. “Cronos said it feeds on dreams. It needs all the dreams to dream itself. The last message at 21 hundred hours said: We don’t ride the railroad. The railroad rides us. Then it fell silent,” Isla said.

Confusion sat on the CEO’s features.

“It’s a Ralph Emerson quote referring to the effect of the Industrial Revolution on humanity,” Isla said.

Nodding knowingly, Cypress tapped his chin. Isla suspected Cypress didn’t know Emerson from Elmer’s Glue.

“WiseTree Comm send a message to security and safety at Acorn Air initiate the Zeus Protocol. Cypress out.”

Patting at his handsome face, Cypress returned to his speed walk.

“Shame about Hades Sugar. I liked that one song. Safe flight home Dr. Fletcher and thank you for bringing this matter to my attention.”

Isla looked at Cypress’ back as he walked off humming a pop song. She sank to the glass floor and held her head.