on this occasion, i dreamt about...

...laying on muddy, cold dirt inside a run down shack.

confused, i began looking around, the walls were made of rough wooden planks. most of them mossy, bent from humidity and improperly nailed to the structure.

outside there was a shadowy figure blocking an entrance that had been nailed shut. the moment i stood up rain droplets began falling onto my skin, i instinctively looked up towards the ceiling, as soon as i faced the general area where the water was coming from it started POURING, much like a broken faucet spraying water, through the broken roof. in a matter of seconds water started pooling inside the shack, rising at an alarming speed.

frightened, i began attempting to push against the walls, then prying the wood planks away from each other, in hopes of getting the water, or myself, out of there. 

nothing worked and eventually both my space and air supply began running low, desperate, i caught a glimpse of movement and called out to the unknown figure i had previously noticed outside, sobbing and pleading for him to get me out.

there was a moment of dialogue, in which...

...in the end, he does get me out, and i end up falling onto wet grass and mud.

growing conscious of the fact that i was dreaming, i attempted to end the session by shutting my eyes tightly, which ended up enraging the stranger, who decides to use my lack of focus, shifted towards attempting to end the dream, to grab my ankle and begin dragging me towards a cabin which stood a little further away from the shack.

instinctively, i attempted to grab onto grass, roots and anything within reach that was firmly attached to the ground. it was only after my skin began breaking, leaving behind me a bloody trail, that i managed to firmly grab onto a tree trunk. the struggle was not long lived, the parts of my body which had been in contact with the ground had been stripped of their skin and remained hardly held together, the dragging ceased when a sickening ripping sound echoed in my head, instead of getting away in one piece my torso had disconnected completely at the waist eviscerating me as the other half of my body was continued to be dragged away, guts being the only string connecting the two.

i attempted to crawl away towards the opposite direction of the structures, yet, could not go far before my guts tugged at me from the inside and, much akin to a pull cord switch, cast my consciousness into darkness, allowing me to wake up from the experience.