Two Dreams

First,
there were two choices while i slept. one was the meathook. second was a long long drop. i didnt know the answer; i wasnt listening. The answer would have been useless anyway. fear was ultimate. the previous guy chose the hook and i could hear him. right down through the backbone, we were forced to watch. it was my turn next. then somehow the long drop seemed to vanish from my options; it was still there though. i could not take it, i feared too much, wanted too much. i wanted to live when there was no path there. i chose the third, the worst. i quit. i woke up.
instant, palpable relief. and regret. i know this isnt finished; deep down i know i will return back. i will be forced to choose. i dont know what to do when the hook comes again.

[this is the choice you give to them when you can't handle it yourself]

Second,
i walked into a dusty room of sorts. all around were shelves, with all manner of eldritch items aged old, old and ancient. one caught my eye. it was a little carved wooden thing, resembling very much like skinny, thin trojan horse. very abstract form. ive seen it somewhere before. like the one you'd see in greek stuff. smooth, sleek old sea-wood; polished by nature. then i discovered the aberration it held. at its head, were two mandibular extensions, tucked nicely into the form, it belnded in so well i didnt spot it at first.
Creeping horror.
It had no tail somehow, and the wood was dark, spotted, brown. like something had vested its influence on this horse; it was not natural. I did spook me badly.

[this is what you make them as]


And like in any storybook, regardless all the warnings i will proceed on.