I had the weirdest dream, well maybe not the weirdest, but pretty odd, it's probably up there next to creepypasta Garfield.

Anyways, in this dream I was minding my own business in my room, doing idk what, when suddenly I saw out of the corner of my eye how one of the many plushies that were on the bed moved a bit, some of the plushies from the dream do exist irl, but plenty others didn't.

Like the main plushie that was moving, which was a Mr Blobby plush (this guy:)

Aside from being skinnier and lankier it looked the exact same as the pic.

You know those moments in dreams in which you know stuff just because? well after seeing anorexic blobby slightly move I immediately knew it was possessed by something, and tbh this scared me a bit, but because dream, I also knew that if this spirit thing knew I was scared of him, it would have power over me, but I wasn't gonna let that happen.

I started bashing Mr blobby as hard as I could, normally, when I throw a punch in my dreams it feels like moving underwater, not in this dream tho, each blow was at full force, this got me to a point in which I wasn't scared anymore, I genuinely started getting mad at this pink bastard.

I started chocking it and threatening it to go away, when I noticed the spirit or whatever trying to change to another plush next to him, so I grabbed Mr blobby and threw him against the wall on the other side of the room, I got to him and started chocking and threatening it again.

I was looking down at the plush when I felt observed, I then looked up to find this strange big doll head looking directly at me, it spooked me, but I couldn't let the ghost know I was scared, so I slapped the doll head to make it look away from me, but it was on a sort of broom handle, so whenever I slapped it, it would just do a 180⁰ spin and look straight at me again.

Once more, my fear became anger, I just kept hitting the doll over and over when the dream slowly started fading away, and this doll face morphed into somebody else's face, a familiar one, it was Nerine, I had just woken up.

She was looking very worried, she told me that while I was asleep, I was shaking pretty bad with my eyes wide open, she wasn't sure if I was asleep or not.

I remember I wasn't able to move for a short period of time when I did the transition from dream to reality, like a sleep paralysis, but I was so mad that I somehow managed to free myself from my own brain, I think I almost attacked Nerine when I freed myself.

I have no idea why, but my first response towards ghosts seems to always be violence.