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EDIT: Yes, his waist is that thin. This is supposed to look crippled. That´s how I remember him

Whatever this is supposed to be is chasing me through my dreams lately. I cannot make many nights through because I´m killed or about to be killed by.. ah derp I call him Doom. Well, killed by Doom.

Whenever he shows up, all my dreams turn into a struggle, I´m becoming scared of things I liked before, friends turn into foes and waterfalls do not consist of water anymore, but a muddy semifluid something. It´s like my happy-dappy world becomes poisoned by his presence. Grass rottens the second he puts a foot on it, animals die the second he looks at them. It´s a curse. As soon as he makes entrance in my dream, he leads towards me; fast, but not running. I however, can run as much as I want, I shall flee until I feel my lungs burst, it´s not possible to escape. The weird thing is, nothing "bad" happens as long as he does not speak. I remember standing in front of him, terribly afraid and shaky, waiting for him to do something, but no, he kept silent. Was just staring at me. It was so hilarious. I was close to calm a litte, when he opened his mouth and said "exile".
I found myself being abadoned in a lonely place where neither flora nor fauna can be found. There he finished me off.

I probably wouldn´t make such a big deal out of it if there weren´t the fact that this "exile" thing really starts to creep me out.
"Exile" is always the last thing I hear in a dream, I always end up in the same dead place after this word was mentioned; I always get killed afterwards. For weeks now.
Actually I´m becoming a litte afraid of the night time, having all those nightmares is exhausting.

I guess this is happening because of my therapy sessions. I´m beginning to deal with my past. Yay

I really do hope that sketch helps me banishing Doom from my mind. I need some rest. At least this night. I have a very important test tomorrow.

Oh, I called this a chliché because, well, this is one. Weird dark-evil-dragon-thing with yellow eyes kills everything you love and wrecks your soul to infinity ..and beyond.

I should better call him Peter.

And yes, he walks the way he looks like. Weird.

Description
EDIT: Yes, his waist is that thin. This is supposed to look crippled. That´s how I remember him

Whatever this is supposed to be is chasing me through my dreams lately. I cannot make many nights through because I´m killed or about to be killed by.. ah derp I call him Doom. Well, killed by Doom.

Whenever he shows up, all my dreams turn into a struggle, I´m becoming scared of things I liked before, friends turn into foes and waterfalls do not consist of water anymore, but a muddy semifluid something. It´s like my happy-dappy world becomes poisoned by his presence. Grass rottens the second he puts a foot on it, animals die the second he looks at them. It´s a curse. As soon as he makes entrance in my dream, he leads towards me; fast, but not running. I however, can run as much as I want, I shall flee until I feel my lungs burst, it´s not possible to escape. The weird thing is, nothing "bad" happens as long as he does not speak. I remember standing in front of him, terribly afraid and shaky, waiting for him to do something, but no, he kept silent. Was just staring at me. It was so hilarious. I was close to calm a litte, when he opened his mouth and said "exile".
I found myself being abadoned in a lonely place where neither flora nor fauna can be found. There he finished me off.

I probably wouldn´t make such a big deal out of it if there weren´t the fact that this "exile" thing really starts to creep me out.
"Exile" is always the last thing I hear in a dream, I always end up in the same dead place after this word was mentioned; I always get killed afterwards. For weeks now.
Actually I´m becoming a litte afraid of the night time, having all those nightmares is exhausting.

I guess this is happening because of my therapy sessions. I´m beginning to deal with my past. Yay

I really do hope that sketch helps me banishing Doom from my mind. I need some rest. At least this night. I have a very important test tomorrow.

Oh, I called this a chliché because, well, this is one. Weird dark-evil-dragon-thing with yellow eyes kills everything you love and wrecks your soul to infinity ..and beyond.

I should better call him Peter.

And yes, he walks the way he looks like. Weird.