Some stranger invited me to his house to ask questions. As we talked, eventually all of his questions became about Tenma Maemi. I answered all of them without a second thought. Then, suddenly, Tenma sneaked up from the back and attacked me with a shocker, apparently because I knew too much about her.I woke up in a small room. My memory was partly wiped off from the shock. There was nothing in the room but a naked mattress, locked door, and a newspaper with a crossword. All crossword questions were about Tenma. When I solved enough of them, Tenma would appear out of the locked door wearing a gorilla costume with her face sticking out from the mask like some sort of gorilla teletubby. She would electrocute me again, and again I would wake up in the room with even more of my memory erased. This cycle repeated for a bit, but eventually the last time she appeared, I wrestled with her trying to get the shocker out of her hands. I got it, but Tenma became enraged, started screaming insults at the top of her lungs while reaching in a hidden pocket of her suit, taking a large revolver out of it.I ran off from the door as fast as I could, sprinting down the deep stairwell. Both the room and the stairwell felt like something from a derelict Soviet building. Tenma would chase me, still yelling, and shooting wildly from above, always missing because the recoil was too much for her. Somehow I escaped into the streets, and after a while it seemed that she lost my trail, though I still heard her faint screaming far through the narrow alleyways.That was the last thing I remember about the dream. The peculiar thing is that an entire dream wasn't framed as a nightmare, but more akin to a comedy.Here is a rough approximation of what the stairwell segment looked like. It might feel like something from cheap analogue horror, but that's the best image I could do right after waking up.Just felt like sharing it.
not your blog, fuck off
>>106349687>Tenma sneaked up from the back and attacked meIT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!
she hates parasocial fucks like you btw
>>106352075Thanks, bucko.
How did you remember your memory being erased?
>>106353800You mean how did I know that some memory was erased? The same way dream logic often goes when there is some intrusive thought in the head that adds certain things into the context of a dream. In this particular case I had an understanding upon each awakening, that I know less or remember less, but what exactly - I would not know. Simple as.
schizo
>>106357271I love you too, pal.
