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A thread on the 4chn (back in the days when it was still ruled by non-jaded M00t).
There was this guy, who described a place he visited in his dreams every night. It resembled a cross between "House of Leaves" and some prison and the dreamer didn't know what he had to do, but felt that something is required of him. He was part exhausted by the experience, part scared. What struck me was that the guy sounded genuine, and convincing. His testimony was unlike all those abominable greentext edgy bullshit.
The story is now lost to the time, since there's no archive of threads from such ancient past.
I sometimes wonder to this day what did happen to the guy, whether he found the solution to this cruel puzzle, or succumbed to it, thus losing his sanity and possibly life...
I'm commenting in the hopes of one day finding out more about this story. I'm super interested in freaky dreams.
You may try to download this archive and check it for the thread. With some luck, it's there...
What little I remember is that it happened on /x/ (obviously) and either the thread or the guy in talking was named "Vault Dweller". It was taking place so long ago that the name didn't result with immediate "hue, hue, hue, BASEMENT DWELLER, morelike" responses. The story wasn't very complicated, but the guy sounded tired, very tired, like someone on the edge of collapse, or resigned. He claimed that he feels some presence there, in the structure he always lands in when he falls asleep, but he didn't encounter nothing, just empty spaces.
Sounds like the backrooms.