The Frog, the Train yard, and the Old Man

Date: 2/27/2019

I remember the dream beginning with me lying on my bed watching YouTube videos on my laptop. I'm not very good at retaining written words that I see in dreams, but I do remember seeing a video titled "Murder Water" or "Murder pool", something to that extent. The thumbnail was picture of a mutilated frog. I click the video. When it starts, I'm shown a scene in what looked like either a sewer, or a very dark subway station (also the video looked as if it were shot with a low resolution camera). The camera angles change wildly, jumping from overhead shots to shots from underneath some kind of floor grating, to shots in complete darkness. Before long it switched to a shot of the frog, same setting, though the frog is laying underneath a dim, sickly green light. The image stays like this for a while before I'm shown a sequence of overhead shots that alternate. The first shows a wiry looking human figure running down through the sewer/subway area, calling out in distressed gibberish. The second scene looks almost identical to the first, but the running figure is absent. At the bottom of the screen, however, is an outstretched pair of bloody, skinless arms that seem to stagger forward as if attached to an unseen body. These scenes alternate for a few minutes before I'm shown again the scene of the mutilated frog. The frog jerks forward, almost touching the camera. The video ends. I am now seeing through a security camera overlooking a large, fenced-in yard area full of train cars. Through the camera, I see myself at the edge of the yard, on top of a concrete platform supported by four small I-beams. I drop down into the train yard. The yard is extremely quiet. I continue to wander around the train yard, as my vision jumps between various cameras positioned around the yard. After a few moments a distant, echoing train horn can be heard. After the horn sounds, I appear to become slightly distressed and paranoid. The train horn continues to periodically sound, and each time it does I become more and more distressed until I'm frantically running around the yard, screaming incoherently and crying. Judging from the camera feed, I think the me that I was seeing might've thought it was being chased by something, but there was nothing I could see anywhere in the yard. The train yard sequence eventually ends and I am once again seeing through a camera. This time I'm looking at a fancy-looking leather armchair with shiny gold buttons around the seems of the chair. I can hear the shuffling of clothes, as if someone is walking to my left. I hear someone say "go ahead and take a seat in front of the camera". I hear someone position themself behind me before a tall, old man dressed in a light gray suit sits down in front of me. He gives off the vibe of a wealthy corporation owner or CEO. His hair was the same color as his suit, and it was combed neatly to the right. He had a thick moustache and thick eyebrows and he appeared to be holding a dark brown briefcase. The man seemed normal enough, but his eyes were very offsetting to me. His eyes were flat, lacking any sort of visible iris, and very long and oval-shaped, almost like big oval stickers that had been placed over his eyes. The pupils were like long rods, just a bit shorter than the white. His eyes seemed to have a very serious look to them. The person behind me then asks "what can you tell me about your son?" The old man begins to speak, but I only remember him mentioning the name "Bill" or "Billy". Shortly after the man begins talking, his speech becomes slurred and incoherent, and he begins drooling. The man begins to lose his composure, as he starts convulsing, at first mildly and then violently. His speech is now a painful groaning and he seems to be losing his breath frequently. The man's hair suddenly becomes very thin and begins falling out, at the same time, his face begins to droop and wrinkle and his skin becomes dry and cracked. His eyes remain perfectly intact. The man continues like this until his suit starts folding in, as if his body were collapsing underneath it. His teeth have started falling out and, along with drool, sand had begun to seep out of his mouth. The man's torso finally gives out and he lunges forward, grabbing hold of the camera (me). He's basically screaming wildly at this point, all his teeth have fallen out, he only has a few stray hairs on his head and his face has become like worn leather. His tongue has turned a dark, dead-looking purple, and split in half, slowly coming apart in dead chunks. It's at this point that one of the man's eyes begins to flop around, as if caught in a wind. It briefly leaves and returns from his face before flying outside of my view. Underneath the eye was a hollow eye socket full of dark, leathery skin. Shortly afterward the other eye did the same, revealing another hollow socket. The man's screaming had now become a horrible, guttural roaring, full of pain and desperation. His arms soon give way, but instead of falling, the man just slowly drifts backwards toward the chair in silence as his jaw begins to crumble away from his head. The dream ends, and I suddenly bolt up in my bed, more terrified than I have ever been.