>>3453345I dreamt that I was a medieval footman and a supernatural enemy was about to attack my post in some tower on a city wall. Magical barriers were all over the place like silver spiderwebs blocking off gaps in the defences.
The dream was mostly me getting up in a barracks putting on armour, grabbing a crossbow and climbing this towers stairs.
At the top I shit bricks waiting for these things to arrive and attack. When they came they were a swarm of black cat things with huge mouths filled with wet silver fangs, failing black tentacles whipped from their shoulders and dragged men to their mouths. I fire a shoot into the swarm and felt a tentacle wrap around my face, thorn like claws dug into my skin and I couldn't breath. I felt weightless as I was no doubt on my way towards that mouth of insanity.
Then I woke up with my pillow over my face.
