Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/8/2019
By xCaligo
Im at this old abandoned farm house on a hill top playing some kind of mmo rpg type game with quests qnd magoc items and some weird creatures. I really wish I remembered it better because it would make for an interesting story the family that was originally on the farm has been tied up to the rafters of these rooms that have lost like 12 foot tall ceing with windows at about 10 feet connecting them. It reminded me of all of the old train cabbooses I have been in with little raised alcoves to see out over the train. Anyway the father and two boys were tied up in adjacent rooms with the mother tied up on the kitchen table and When I saw her I presumed her to be dead. The kitchen table is one of those old solid wood ones that can hold a lot of weight. There is a shed/small barn out of the front door too the right with a clearing in the middle, and then just empty grassland that goes on forever. I found this magic dagger in the barn while exploring and I added it to my collecting although I took it from a rotting corpse. I go outside and this zombie like creature sitting in a lawn chair in the center of the field between the house and the barn. It gets up and turns around and slowly hobbles over toward me. When its close enough I use the newly acquired dagger on it but it takes it out of my inventory and it appears in its hand. Thankfully I have a backup and I am able to get a quick combo in without taking any damage. The zombie thing is one hit away from death so I make the choice to let it hit me once so I don’t have to retreat. That was a big mistake. I must have forgotten to read the enchantments on it because A status effect flashes before me making me aware that this dagger will sell the soul of whomever it strikes to the grimreaper to leave as a lifeless zombie husk rotting without a soul. I think there was something in the house that I had tried to lock in earlier because this gravel quicksand thing opened up creating a new passge into the basement area. In some places the floor had rotted away so that I could see the ceiling of the main room from the basement I guess giving the impression that these rooms were twelve feet tall or something. For those reading, its hard to write a congruent storyline when you are remembering more as you go. On one of the basement table were these little black leech looking things that that were a little more spherical but wriggling around on the table. I got the feeling that they were going to be put inside one of the little boys for some horrific reason. The door creaked open upstairs and I heard a rustling noise like leaves being blown across the floor. There in front of me was the grim reaper. 6’6 cloaked with cold dead hands grasping a a bone dry cracking staff of wood topped with the legendary blade, the reapers scythe. It had no feet and floated along trailed by matted strips of torn cloth caked with dust blood and the occasional snagged twig. But definitely not anchored to the floor or in our reality, touching but not completely supported.