Prompt: Describe the weirdest dream you ever had
Five hundred kilometers long, the atrocious tentacle reached down from high orbit. It snatched a child from a playground, leaving parents and other children wailing in grief and terror. The screaming victim was yanked into the sky toward the hideous thing waiting high above.
But an Army Ranger in training leapt out of his transport plane. Diving alongside the tentacle, he drove his combat knife into the disgusting thing. In no time, he'd torn a bloody gash more than a kilometer long. Finally, the tentacle tore through. Sheathing the knife, the soldier caught the child out of the air, held her close with all his strength, and deployed his parachute. By the time they reached the ground, both man and child were laughing in relief, as chunky gore splattered the countryside all around them.
[Actual Entry: "space tentacle atrocity catch child - warrior stab tear ruin - laugh"]
The corpse sat up, a rare combination of factors causing nerves to fire. A buildup of gas escaped the cadaver's mouth, and a clown passing by in the hallway freaked out royally. He instinctively tried to fire his gun at the horrible thing, but it was just a toy. A balloon inflated at the end of the gun, then it popped as the clown kept holding down the trigger. The nurse nearest the corpse laughed so hard she sprayed coffee out her nose, and the clown fainted. He landed on an oxygen tank, tipping it over, which in turn knocked a tray of autopsy tools across the room. The gas-filled corpse ruptured when the largest scalpel drove into its stomach, and the nurse's wig went flying. It gut sucked into a poorly-maintained fan, which overheated and caught fire, spraying bits of burning wig all over the morgue.
Filing the insurance claim got complicated.
[Actual Entry: "jumbo balloon gun spray if weird cadaver sing - whip foul thunder fluff"]
Generations lived and died under the heavy hand of the vile Androthnia, Goddess of Feasting. Every year, she demanded a hundred human sacrifices, and afflicted the people with unrelenting agony if they delayed. At last, it was too much. Fighting through the pain, the people rose up, storming her temple and dragging her down from her vast throne. Weapons rose and fell, until at last their pain ended. They danced upon the vile ruin of her mutilated corpse, knowing she would never claim another life.
[Actual Entry: "fight vile bulbous goddess under immense torment - all dance on her - crack cycle"]
The disgusting old box hadn't been opened in decades, and the kids couldn't even read the cover. One joked that it might be Jumanji, so opening it could be a bad idea. But he was the first to start digging away at the gunk holding the lid in place. They finally scraped it free, and managed to get the lid off without breaking it.
They immediately wished they hadn't…
[Actual Entry: "old crusty box adventure - terrify"]
Over and over, throughout all ages, the glorious heroes rose and fought. Often at terrible cost to themselves, they drove back the darkness and prevented mankind's fall. Again and again, they returned, each generation rising up. At last, the mightiest of these pierced the veil of reality, and saw countless eyes looking back. For a moment, dread gripped her, until she saw the eyes approved. All of her reality was being observed from the outside. All the struggles, all the losses, all the triumphs. The beings from beyond space and time watched it all. They were captivated… and inspired. Proud, she plunged back into the battle, knowing the struggle mattered more than ever.
[Actual Entry: "smooth dazzling cycle discover complex world is grand play"]