Originally Posted by
Emperor Megas
Centipede stories, huh? I actually have a couple. One of the most terrifying nightmares I ever had was because of Centipede.
I was a big fan of the game. Centipede, along with the clone game, Caterpillar, were my most played arcade games for a while. I must have been about 7 or 8 years old when I had a dream inspired by the game. I don't recall how the dream begin, only how it ended. I was alone in a dark forest with a thick canopy that blocked out most of the sunlight. Several focused beams of day light (or it could have been moonlight, I don't remember) broke through the canopy, creating a creepy, surreal labyrinth of light and shadows on the forest floor. I was being stalked by the centipede -- it was TERRIFYING, standing several stories tall when posturing, and it must have been 30 or so meters long, at least. It moved with snake like reflexes and chased me into a large, open clearing where there was a tight circle of giant mushrooms of varying height at the center, all surrounding a shallow, shimmering pool of crystal clear water. Panicked and exhausted, I desperately climbed up from 'shroom top to 'shroom top, until I eventually reached the tallest mushroom in the cluster, but the centipede, still pursuing me, easily towered over it and began to close in on me.
This is about the time I remembered (or learned) that I had a large, elvish looking dagger tucked into my waistband. It was shiny, silver and ornate, like something out of a Tolkien book. The centipede postured, vertically, in a slow wavering sway, similar to a cobra being charmed -- arched back, standing erect, calculating it's strike trajectory. I'd never known desperation like this before.
There was just no way I could take this thing on. I was too small, too tired, and too afraid to attempt fight, or to run anymore. Before the centipede could strike I removed the dagger from it's scabbard, plunged the blade deep into my chest, and free fell backward off of the mushroom tower and into the shallow pool of water below.
...and then I immediately woke up.
This was one of the earliest dreams I remembered, and still one of the most terrifying. I don't recall if I woke up sweating, if I'd wet myself, or if I was gasping for air or not. I do remember though that I'd never contemplated in waking life (or in a dream for that matter) taking my own life before then. I must have spent the next 2 or 3 days sorting all of those feelings out.