Shaggy and Scooby-Doo go into the Swamp
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Short dream, but very peculiar.
I seem to be outside, it's dusk, rather dark, and I am near a wooden fence. The fence is pretty old looking and some of the boards are hanging diagonally and other slats are missing. It would appear that there is tall vegatation on the other side. This side of the fence appears to be neglected as well. I happen to know that on the other side of the fence there is a swamp, and it's private property.
I seem to be just an observer at first. The cartoon characters from Scooby-Doo, Saggy and Scooby are there with some other character who I do not identify. Shaggy and Scooby is just how I think the man and the huge dog look like, but they didn't look like cartoons, just maybe like real versions of cartoon characters. The third person was a rangy-looking man with short messy black hair, and he's wearing a white head band, and kind of looks like he's still stuck in the 80's. I observe the 80's man is taunting Shaggy and Scooby, daring them to go into the fenced off swamp. Shaggy and Scooby appear to be thinking about going in, so they don't look chicken, but they're obviously not thrilled by the idea. Eventually they decide they're just not going to do it, to hell with 80's dude. I think there is something about the swamp and that it is rumored to be inhabited by monsters.
The 80's dude sneers at Shaggy and Scooby, and he decides to go into the swamp himself, and I watch as he crouches and slips in sideways through the missing slats of the fence.
Suddenly, and it is a sort of seemless transition that I am experiencing the otherside of the fence from the point of view of the 80's dude, as if I become him, somehow. (I can't only make the observation after the fact, but I do not notice the change in the dream, and it is as if I was always this character) On this side of the fence there is a narrow dirt trail winding off into wild cluttered tall thin bushes, reeds and rakish trees. You can't see what's around the bend. It's pretty dark and the pale sand of the trail is pretty much the only thing illuminated by the moon light. I walk down the trail for just a little ways when I hear something rustling in the weeds, and I catch only a glimpse of something with two legs. It is at this time, I regret my decision to come in here, and feel an urgency to get out as quickly as possible, back the way I came, but I am already not so sure where that spot is. I can almost feel the presense of hostile entities. They're inhuman creatures bent on murder, and the fear I felt was nearly too much to bare. I turn back the way I came and try to keep my pace slow as not to alert whatever was out there stalking me that I was going to escape. I think these monsters will not leave the enclosed area, so I would be safe if I left. I do not remember leaving. I think I wake up around here.
Additional Comments:
It kind of funny. I think there was at least one other dream I had, long ago now, that featured these two characters and it wasn't funny at all that time, either.
