[ SECRET POST #2533 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2533 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

OP, I also had a Hannibal-related dream without having ever watched the show... though in mine he was less in character and more... well, you'll see.

In my dream, I was accompanying some couple to Hannibal's huge estate for a late night dinner party. It was all going well, but for some unknown reason when the clock struck twelve, Hannibal went all kinds of crazy and started hunting us down with a kitchen knife. He got the wife, while the husband and myself managed to escape and drive off in the car, though, apparently, Hannibal had freaking nearly emptied the tank so we had to stop by at a gas station... I remember we were so terrified that we couldn't stop driving all throughout the night.

Then, the next day I was accompanying the police over to the estate and for some reason they didn't believe me at all so they were all like: "we need to look for clues and shit". I was still bloody terrified because Hannibal was just prancing around, showing the police the dining room and stuff. He then lead one of the policemen upstairs while I stayed with the leading inspector on the ground floor and then the fucking clock struck twelve again and I just panicked and the inspector finally seemed to realize something wasn't right so we tried to get out but the doors were locked. So, we barricaded ourselves in the dining room and that's pretty much the last thing I remember before I woke up...

Thinking about it makes me laugh now, but fuckkkk it wasn't funny when it happened. Nearly had a panic attack... it's been a while since I thought about, but I guess your dream made me want to share, so here you go.