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September 7; Nap

I took a nap today and had a somewhat horrific dream - now I'm going to write about it.
In the dream, a radio transmission was picked up on a spaceship from somewhere within the chaos and expanse of the void. The transmission was a call for help by the sole survivor of a planetary colonization mission. The planet in question was so beautiful, covered in lush exotic plant life and all manner of creatures. Under normal circumstances this would be great news for the colonist; in this case, however, it was not.

Everything on the planet, including the trees, were carnivorous. The circular plant-based structure they created was nowhere near strong enough to protect them from what was beyond the plant fiber walls.

On top of the fact that everything wanted to eat them, they had no food. As a substitute for hunting, they would have lots of kids, allow them to mature, and then take grown adults to tree- like structures that had white fleshy skin on the outside. They would then pull back the skin of the tree, push people inside, and close it back up. The tree would then dissolve and absorb them while they screamed. Gardeners, so to speak, would gather around the tree and cut off the top layers of the white flesh to catch the nutrients before the plant could consume it all, then they would eat it.
Because of their barbaric lifestyle and the fact that literally, everything wanted to kill and eat them, the colony came to its end - and only one person remained alive. After receiving the radio transmission, everyone in the spaceship decided they needed to do something. They set out and made the Predator Planet their destination and raced through the stars. Sadly, for the lone survivor, it would be years before they would arrive.
There is one final thing about Predator Planet that only those who have been there would know. Any life form brought to the predator planet would mutate and become vicious monsters. For example, a tiny worm had become the size of a whale. The colonists knew this because they had been studying the phenomena closely. My question was this: if beasts became monsters, what would happen to a human?
Many years later, when the planet finally came within sight and the ship began closing in for a landing, disaster struck again. From the planet's surface, a strange greenish fog breached the atmosphere and entered the ship. As they were in the process of descent, the ship was seemingly stripped of all its fuel (or they left with less fuel than they needed). Needless to say, the ship crashed, shipwrecking the rescuers. Lucky for them, the lone survivor of the first colony was still alive. Until help could arrive for them, he would be their savior... or their end.

Thank you Midnight Philosopher for your help in editing, https://www.lionsandworms.com/?m=1
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