I have strange dreams frequently, that since I've joined sometimes involve Foundation-like imagery.
The one I remember most clearly is from my childhood. The rest of the context is hazy, but a galloping knight is charging at me. His lance lowers, and I realize that he is going to spit me. I try to back up, unable to look away as the head of the lance slams into my chest…
Then I wake up. Me chest hurts, and I've rolled off the edge of the bed. It was very traumatizing to an 8 year old.
This one is from after I found this site. There is either an occult detective or I am a detective. The point of view switches frequently. When I am not in the guy's head I realize this has to be a dream, but I can't escape by waking. Instead I get drawn back in and feel terrified as I lose my sense of self, until I am back in the dream completely. Similar to melting away…
The detective is investigating the storage room of a grocery store. As he progresses, the stacks become more organized, until there is a resemblance to a small scale city. People are standing lethargically, looking like employees of the store to missing shoppers. Looking around, the people are all impossible to rouse, maybe speaking a few incoherent words when directly addressed.
He finds an oddity, only because of the unique nature from the rest of the wanderers. A small child is holding a mans hand. The man is looking around brightly, but doesn't seem bothered by the odd surroundings. Curiously, the detective doesn't address the man. He kneels, and demands that the child let them go. The little girl reaches out, and lets go of the man's hand. As soon as contact stops, he loses focus and drifts into lethargy.
The little girl grabs the detectives hand, and pulls it towards her mouth. Something wet and wrong is there, only visible when her lips part. She touches her lips to his wrist, but then freezes. Something is obviously not going right. The detective reaches out with his other hand, and grabs the back of her heads. The child blurs, freezes, then seems to be something that my mind runs screaming from. The very instant I try to understand it, the space is empty. The people around the room drop like puppets with cut strings, loose limbs and limp bodies.
The detective stands up, obviously tired. He walks back out of the storage area, stopping only to reach out and take another little girl waiting outside by the hand. As he walks out of the store, the normal sounds of business and life fade away. I look at the child, and realize it is the same type of thing he just destroyed. The only thing that saved him from being taken was whatever the destroyed child wanted was already gone.
But is it that the other thing is hunting its own kind? Is the detective just dreaming all this, in delirium at being taken by his companion? What the hell just happened.
And that's why I shiver when I look at unattended children in public places.