The city he lived in was turned into a wreckage and a mockery of life, snaking tendrils of fleshy mass encompassing the very city like the roots of a great tree pulsing with eldritch, the sky was filled with glistening stars as he walked in this hellish dreamscape. he was horrified but felt compelled to walk, to move towards the town center for he did not know but he did as he must.
Entering the center he saw the origins of the snakes of flesh, a tower spearing into the night like an oak of legends but faintly pulsing with a thrumming heartbeat. He looked upon this mass he felt like a father of nightmares, how did his dream conjure such grotesque imagery. He felt the compulsion to move towards it, which grew stronger as he stared upon its mass, his legs even in his own dream failing to comply. The spear of flesh turned into a spiral staircase within seconds as he approaches reassembling its fleshy mass to accommodate the climb, even in his dream he felt exhausted as his body climbed to the top of the spire against his own will but as he reached the top he shuddered.
Shooting awake he stoop up coated in sweat from disgust which felt like a primal response to whatever that was, but ultimately, he was used to night terrors. After all, even though it was terrifying the doctors he has seen just tell him this is just how he copes with trauma. He felt confused at what has he suffered to see that, but he dismissed it walking towards the bathroom of his apartment and grabbing a glass of drink, and walking towards the window, his vision flashed with the same grotesque scene he saw within his dream and started to worry about this night terrors mark and hoped it would not be recurring.
The day passed as usual, but he dreaded when he saw his bedroom once more, exhausted he could not say no to sleep but after all they were night terrors not real so as such, he accepted his fate and downed some sleeping pills and laid down.
When he "woke up" he found himself in a doctor's office, no actually a therapy room with a comfortable chair with all the familiar trims as he remembered even the weird newtons cradle his therapist had laid on his desk so many years ago. Somehow his mind stitched together something resembling a therapist and he conversed about his previous night's terror about the broken city with this thing. The therapist spoke in cryptic but reassuring platitudes as he was used to with the real deal which he used to decompress, he could not help but feel relieved at this new change of scenery but this dream had something dark within the corner of his eye he could not put his finger on.
The next day passed, and another night of the same therapist dream happened, and he felt elated as he did not wake to a nightmare but a place of comfort as he felt the leathery chair he lay upon. Though he felt an ominous sensation standing the hair on his neck which grew ever stronger as he explained his previous night's terror in more detail as if acknowledging it brought it power, he paid it no mind even when corners of this new dream turned darker with white specs like the night sky of the hellish dream.
He was pleasantly surprised as the dream repeated for a few iterations, but he felt the bad omen as the dream has occurred for four nights. On the 4th night, the black corruption now encroached the whole room, but it didn't affect him if he ignored it, but he felt as if he was being goaded, even being watched to acknowledge the changes his new dreams now took.
He looked upon his bed and downed his sleeping pills steeling himself for another night, he awoke in the leathery comfort of the chair once again and decided to acknowledge the surroundings immediately not caring to acknowledge the thing therapist. He looked upon the darkness which covered everything but the therapist in a uniform darkness, he felt as if he was in a void of space and time sitting with the therapist thing. His brain and he knew this blackness even though he didn't want to acknowledge it, it felt the same as when he stared at the starry sky in that hellish dreamscape, but now he realized those white star specs which scattered the sky and the blackened corners of the room were glistening not as stars but as eyes reflecting light.