And in this occasion, the template will not match the contents ... at all. Why? Because I want to keep it in a light mood, if not for you, but for myself.
I've had theories as to why I keep having this dream, but I'm not going to write them down.
So when we start off, I am not a girl. I'm actually a little boy, which is odd, but in the dream, it doesn't really matter. The person that I am has significance to me, but that is a story for another time. There is no peace in the dream, so I start in a situation where I am hiding, in pine trees in someone's yard. I can see clearly across the street from where I am and I'm looking at someone who looks like my cousin, but clearly isn't. Just imagine a mid-twenties brunette who always wears work clothes but no makeup. She's actually rather pretty, but that is besides the point. On the doorstep of the house next to me, there is a man, but I can't see him. But honestly I can compare his presence to some freaky Freddy Kruger man, but he doesn't really have a face or a body that I am aware of, he is just there. That is what scares me for the entire nightmare, I know that he wants me in pain or dead, but I don't know where he is or how to attack him myself. I am totally useless.
As the beginning of my horrible night continues, I realize that I can't hide from him, this man always knows where I am. He finds in completely amusing chasing me down city streets and yelling at me. At some point it gets foggy and its sort of like I'm running through lava, its painful and hard to go through. And hell, I'm freaking dodging fire-tunnels. I see the girl who looks like my cousin again and I'm screaming for help. Well actually, I'm not sure if I am asking for help or telling her to go away. The nightmare is so unclear, all I can really focus on is running away. Well I end up running with her for a short while, the un-faced man is right on our heals and I hide her behind some bushes and keep running to distract him from her. At some point I stopped being the little boy and became myself, which was a definite advantage as far as my running. But the man was still on my tail.
Because this is a dream and it probably already doesn't make any sense, there is a pool up ahead of me. You can think of a regular 8 ft deep, in-ground pool that you would find in a motel or a backyard, except there are pipes all through it. I have to swim to dodge them cause I know there is something at the bottom of the pool that I need to get to. But I don't know what exactly.
I make it to the bottom and past a few pipes I find myself in a room, like a boiler room/cellar with only two doors. I don't feel like this man is right on top of me anymore, I know I am being chase, but it's as if he couldn't get past the pool, his threats and laughter are muted like they are in another room. That's when the dream is almost unbearable, I find that I have my littlest sister in my arms. She is four now, but in the dream she was still only two. I love my sisters so much, I would do absolutely anything for them, and to have the most innocent of my siblings in my arms and in this danger with me set me off the edge. I don't even care about picking a door now, I just run through one which lands me in this really long hall of showers. Like the ones you see at the gym or in a public pool. It seems like a really good idea to hide in one of them, even though the florescent lights throw my shadow all across the hall.
The entire time, my infant sister is totally oblivious to what I am going through and is utterly quiet, which is very unusual, but I am thankful because I don't have to worry about her giving us away.
Then the man is in the hall. He isn't even looking for me anymore, so I peer out of the shower curtain to see where he is.
He stands proudly next to three bodies. Strung up like paper dolls on three different shower stalls, replacing the curtains. I don't want to describe them for you ... but I can see everything: muscle, bone, blood, shredded skin and absolute pain is all I can see in what is left of their faces. Its my cousin, not a girl who looks like her, but actually her this time. Next to her is the little boy, except he is not cut up like her, you can see the tire marks that shredded his skin at such a very young age. That's a weird think about cars. You think they woul just bruise you up and break a few bones, but you come out from under the tires far more bloody than you should be. His eyes are open but they have sunken in and have lost their resemblance to actual human eyes. And next to him ... is my sister, cut up and strangled like my cousin. She was no longer an infant either, but a four year old girl who had cut her own bangs and lost her baby-fat. There are no words to describe the emotions that were going through me. Fear was anger and sadness was fear, I didn't know what to think.
And he just laughed. The face-less man just laughed and laughed as if it was all a joke. I'm still sitting in the shower, only one eye peering past the curtain and he hasn't seen me yet, but he turns on all the showers. He gets his result as freezing cold water shocks me out of the shower, but I don't know what to do, so I just attack him. I planned on digging my fingers into his eyes, punching him in the throat, doing anything to force him to feel the pain he put on these people that are so close to me. But then I wake up. I never get the chance to repay him for the eventful night.
It was horribly explained and probably didn't seem all that horrible to you, but it was more terrifying than you can imagine. Even now, as I write this, my heart had picked up and I just need to forget about it right now. That was the original dream. I've had it six times since then. After the third time I became aware I was having the dream and tried to make different decisions. I would run a different way or not say anything to my cousin. I would take the other door or just not jump into the pool. But I still get into all of the events mentioned above and I am totally helpless to do anything about it. I can do nothing but run.
I don't think this was useful, but it might have been interesting. Maybe writing it down will keep me from having it again, I don't know ...
I said I would keep this scrap happy but a nightmare is just a nightmare and nothing can really come of it. It's not going to affect me in anyway and all I can do is try and forget because there is no point in making a big deal out of a few imaginative circuits that happen to have inter crossed with less-than-pleasant results.
I just noticed you mentioned it is all.
by Roscoe on June 8th, 2014, 1:58 am 
