This group of creatures/humanoids from "beyond the place it folds" that are, in my dream world, called "The Wonderful Strange Ones," or, occasionally, "The Wrong Ones."
They're actually quite distressing, and don't seem to be related in any way aside from being from "beyond the place it folds," which I gather means another dimension folding into ours.
They've been particularly distressing lately, because they feature heavily in my dreams which have, of late, been predominately lucid. The unfortunate thing about these lucid dreams is that I'm not able to wake up. I focus really, really hard and try to wake up, try to change the scenery, but they keep leaking back through. It's one of the few times I've ever felt really threatened in a dream...and I know I'm dreaming is the worst part.
My least favorite is The Giant. He's always walking down streets or in the shadows where you can only see his outline. He always appears to be dragging something, too. I think it's supposed to be a rucksack, but it freaks me right out.
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Perhaps they're better left unsung
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