I wake up in a cold sweat. Was what I just experienced only a dream? I can't tell. It felt so real.
I sit up in my bed. I look around my disheveled room and listen intently, my heart pounding in my ears. I was sure I heard something, but maybe that was in my dream too? I'm so confused. I realize I'm thirsty. I pull back the covers to go grab a glass of water and use the bathroom and...
Something's not right. I can't move my legs. What's happening? I begin to panic. Suddenly I feel something. A movement in the bed with me. Is something else here? I try desperately to move my legs, and realize they're held down by something... are those... tentacles?
My dream re-emerges in my memory once again. I was surrounded by... something, but I wasn't sure what. There wasn't enough light to properly see what was around me. All I know is there were lots of whatever it was, and 'they' were all coming straight for me. And seeing these tentacles holding my legs down made me realize they looked the same as the things in my dream. So, it WAS real. Damn.
I feel another movement in the bed as another tentacle slowly snakes its way up my spine, eventually reaching my neck. Again, I am unable to move either out of fear or by something these tentacles are doing to me. They feel strangely slimy as they glide effortlessly across my skin, and they leave a slight tingle wherever they touch. I wonder if they have some sort of... what's the word? Numbing? No, that's not right. Some sort of chemical that renders my limbs immobile. I'm snapped back to reality as I feel the tentacle at my back wrap its way around my neck, not enough to cut off air or blood, but snug enough for me to know it has a good hold on me.
Yet another tentacle snakes out of the darkness and worms its way under me, and begins to wrap around my waist. This time, all the tentacles act in unison and lift me off the bed. I again am unable to react, or speak for that matter. My sudden inability to speak was mostly due to nerves though.
As I begin to wonder what the tentacles are going to do to me, I feel a very slight movement in the tentacle on my neck. A sudden pressure, then a twinge of pain pricks my neck, and I feel a cool tingly sensation enter my veins. I pass out after a few seconds.
This unconsciousness is strange, to say the least, it's almost that I'm aware I'm passed out, but not quite. I can tell I'm moving sometimes, but it's a strange out-of-body experience. A relaxing one, to say the least. Almost like a drug. Any panic that I was feeling has suddenly faded, be it because of the drug in my body or my state of mind, I have no clue. Maybe both. I sit and enjoy this state for what feels like several hours until I feel a very deliberate prick at the neck again. This time, a warmer, almost fiery feeling fills my veins and I am woken up, feeling refreshed and rested.
I gaze around in slight horror as I realize I'm in a room that is very similar to my bedroom, only the walls seem to be made of flesh. There's no furniture, either. Just a sort of same spacious feeling as my bedroom. I wonder if I ever left my room at all. I feel the tentacles still holding me in the same places, and I am still unable to move. The tentacles seem a little more active and lively in this new domain, wherever it may be.
Then I feel them begin to stir, much more actively than before. Many more of them, too many to count, begin to appear out of the walls themselves, either through holes or actually being part of the wall, I have no clue. If I weren't their center of attention, it would be an amazing sight. But since hundreds of tentacles were heading slowly and deliberately for me and me alone, it was slightly less than terrifying. I feel the tentacles at my legs slowly wind their way up to the tops of my thighs, then slowly slide across my butt cheeks. I hope and pray they're not doing what I think they are, but I figure if I haven't been eaten yet, there's probably only one other thing I could be here for. My body shudders at the though. Whether out of arousal or fear, I have yet to figure out.
The first tentacle begins to slowly rise from the ground, right where I'm being hoisted up by the tentacles. This one has a very odd shape to it- it's covered in ridges, and is fairly thin compared to the others, except for a strange bulbous end to it. I hope its not a penis tentacle, because its hovering between my legs at this moment. It seems to lull back and forth, enticing my eyes to focus on it and wonder its purpose. While I'm distracted, the other tentacles whip out at amazing speeds and wrap around my body snugly. Not enough to constrict anything, but enough to hold me tightly in place. Not that I could move anyway.