December 05, 2025, Evo Numy
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In this dream I experienced terror and dread beyond anything I have ever felt before. The sensation still haunts me in the conscious world.
I dreamt.
I was cleaning the house, it was absolutely filthy. There were dishes piled everywhere, the floor was covered with dirt and leaves, there was stuff piled everywhere. I took a tablecloth outside to air it out. As I was shaking the dirt off it, there were planes flying above me. I paused to listen because their sounds became strange. I watched one of the planes slow down as it approached my house. I was overwhelmed with a powerful feeling of dread. I hoped and prayed that I was dreaming but I realized I was not. My heart sank as I realized this was real.
One of the planes hovered above my backyard. It was shaped like an NGAD fighter jet. Its top half was red and the bottom half was blue. The jet slowly began to descend into my backyard. I felt an intense, inconceivable terror wash over me; it was the worst terror I had ever felt in my entire life. That jet was specifically coming after me. I knew something it couldn’t begin to comprehend but I couldn’t remember what exactly. I was there to kidnap me and take the information from me by any means necessary. I ran away.
I ran into the house and ended up in a beautiful, misty field of golden wetland grass. There was a small, skinny, placid lake to my right and dense conifer trees on the other side of the lake. I kept running then suddenly appeared at a small, dilapidated hut that was underground. The ceiling was about 10 meters high and was covered by large, old tree roots that had a faint glowing blue outline.
I went inside the hut and a young, filthy man greeted me. Apparently we were best friends and he had been awaiting my return. I opened up the pantry and there was an old, dirty can of some brand of macaroni. The young man picked up the can and proudly said he was named after the brand.
I awoke.