This was by far the worst dream experience I had: first off the reasoning behind this was because I attempted to lucid dream and it didn't go so well. It just created these very intense, vivid, long and stupidly realistic dreams. In this dream I was 8 years old and working at the local church, whilst living in the orphanage next door. I remember awakening into my bedroom, it was a four walled room with no windows, a high ceiling, a single bed and a desk pushed up against the wall, with a chess board neatly placed on top fully set-up as if I was ready to play with... no one. At the church my duties were mainly cleaning ones, I had to clear out the creepy attics and crypt like basements of the church grounds. I was tasked with cleaning out the attic at first and whilst rummaging through boxes I found (and I'm deadly serious) a 1972 atari magazine with pong on the cover. As I continue to clean I get a strange feeling, almost a breath on the back of my neck, but I ignore it and simply just assume there's a draft. Then I begin to get drowsy and my head gets heavy, I start to sweat and become short of breath. Theres a strange bass and the floor becomes uneven, I pull myself together and get out of there. I go back to my bedroom where I stare at the ceiling for a while and gather my thoughts. That's when I notice my ridiculous outfit. I looked like I was dressed in WW2 refugee clothes. Theres a knock at my door and another young boy (I think it was my brother) wishes me a happy birthday. He tells me that the church parish are throwing me a birthday dinner... in the fucking church basement....... So there I am at dinner with a bunch of old people and my brother? (for the sake of this he is) and I've got my head down in my bowl of what looks like gruel. Everyone has party hats on and really Victorian like clothing, I'm listening the old people bicker and shit. I look up and everyone seems to have turned their attention to a little old lady sat in front of me who claimed to have just lost her husband, they're all being comforting and saying its okay. blah blah, usual shit. But she gets up and starts freaking out "SHUT UP! SHUT UP" the sound of her voice was actually pretty peircing and high pitched really making me feel uneasy. She starts yelling that her husband was a horrible man and used to beat her. Then suddenly she stops. Everyone stops. They all turn their heads and look at me... EVERYONE. The old womans face begins to go purple as if a huge bruise was appearing. Growing. I quickly put my head down again and look at my gruel... I'm pretty scared at this point, I look back up and everyone is normal again, eating their shit casually. Then behind her is a man. And he looks like a corpse. Stunned face, not blinking, VERY pale. His eyes begin to turn milky white. That's when I appear in the courtyard of the church, me and my brother are raking leaves, the grass is quite tall and I can sense my height at this point, I was just a child. It was raining pretty hard whilst we were raking leaves. We were chatting and I asked my brother if he had noticed anything unusual happening, he shrugged me off and just said I merely hadn't slept enough, or could do with some fresh air... funny because we were fucking outside, anyway, this creepy woman in a cloak floats towards us from the front door of the orphanage. She didn't have a face, atleast not one I could make out, she told us to clean... guess what... the fucking creepy crypt basement. Great. We head down. We have these little lantern torches and are moving boxes, I'm not sure why. I notice theres a figure in the darkness a mere 20 yards away from us... I tell my brother that theres someone watching us but he claims he can not see anyone. I take the lantern and I walk over. I slowly move the lantern up to the figures face when suddenly... I see a face.. The most unholy, fucked-up, disgusting, haunting, mentally scarring face I have ever seen! I freak out and drop the lantern and begin to run, the lantern catches fire and sets all the boxes alight, I run to saftey but I dont think my brother can make it out, he's stuck, I try and save him but I'm helpless. I fucking helpless. Suddenly I'm weak, stuck, I can't move. I call for help but no sounds come out of my mouth. I feel a hand grab my collar and yank me away, the room fades into the distance as if I was being pulled through a dark abyss. I'm not in my bedroom again. An old strict lady is scolding me for what happened, but im so depressed my head is rested on the pillow and im staring at blank space. She tells me the police want to talk to me and that I am to come straight out when she calls me. I reply with a groan "meeerh" and she leaves. I'm sad, this was horrible. I was convinced I killed my brother (or friend). Then it started again. Same as the attic, that feeling. I got sweaty and felt sick, I could hear a loud bass. I got dizzy and the floor became uneven.... a voice. Almost a whisper in my ear, incomprehensible. The feeling stops. I sit up. The whisper again. "hey"... "do you want to play chess". i glance over at my board. A pawn moves two spaces. I wake up. The worst part is, I had been asleep for just over an hour, this dream felt like days. I remember this because I wrote it down when I woke up.