A month or two ago I had a nightmare again for the first time in a couple years. Used to have them all the time when I was a kid because I was always too curious to keep my nose out of horror movies but that's a different story.
I don't recall the start, but I do remember why it horrified me. Eventually the dream had gone to a place I didn't recognize, which was this massive cathedral, but with a rather macabre theme to it. I don't mean dead bodies littered everywhere, but more of a place where you could accidentally impale yourself by leaning on it, which was playing off my fear of the dark and gore. Anyways, there was a slow descending view on the chapel that eventually fell onto me. I then snapped out of third person and slowly walked down the steps towards the entrance. I was horrified, but dream me looked fine and went on resolutely.
When I get inside, the place is...disturbing. I see bodies all over, but not in such a horrifying way just because their dead. This part disturbed me because I read them as "ended" not dead. Another life left alone, a thought abandoned, and love dissolved. I saw their lives and how they lived happily through them, and how their families just up and forgot about them within the year of their death. Such good people deserved better. Eventually I approached the altar.
On it was...nothing. But as soon as I touched it I was jerked back outside looking up at the spire atop the cathedral. Standing on top of the spire on a jagged edge was a robed figure. It immediately flashed in front of me, and I could see its mouth sewn shut. Violently. It pulled down the hood, and even its eyes and ears were sewn. This played on my fear of recognition, that I'll never make a legitimate impact on the world and that fear that my life is pointless unless I manage something important. Anyways, the figure stares at me...kind of. Eyes sewn and all that, when he grabs his bottom and upper lips and starts forcing them open pulling out the stitches all at once. His lips tear along with the stitches and it's just horribly gruesome.
He doesn't stop there, and keeps pulling until the top half of his head is clear off. That's when my dad wakes me up to get in the shower (we were about to go on a trip to Rhode Island). Intense shit man, I don't remember having any dream that horrifying in my life.