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the_dala at 06:32am on 15/04/2011
the_dala at 06:32am on 15/04/2011Oh my god I just had the most terrifying fucking dream.
I don't even know if I can convey how frightening it truly was, because all the details that make a dream so vivid end up sounding so stupid in daylight. Like we were all filthy rich so we had huge manor houses (mine was the biggest; it was like a museum and had some giant fossils in it that I was explaining came from Calvert Cliffs) and servants. A serial killer was chasing Megan's entire family plus me, and we went from her house to my house but he found us there and we had to run again. I guess this was some reality where the police and FBI don't exist, because nobody seemed to help us - we were just fleeing and trying to hide, he was coming after us with a huge knife/scythe thing, and nothing would stop him. A bit like Javier Cruz's character in "No Country for Old Men," although in the dream I was explaining that he was like the real guy Dexter was based on (I don't even know if Dexter was based on a real person but I think no more Dexter for me for a little while, no?)
Anyway, for some reason I seemed to know what was going on and was kind of the leader. I vaguely remember my mother showing up at some point, but that might've been in a different dream. The guy killed one of our dogs, and also one of the S.'s maids while we were staying at a campground overnight. I could feel myself sliding towards wakefulness, but I couldn't get out of the reality of the dream. When my alarm went off, I woke up shaking and sweating and convinced I saw somebody by the door when it was just my lamp and a picture on the wall. Dude, I'm not even bothered by serial killers normally, I am all about the supernatural horror. This dream just swallowed me up.
Well. Normally when I wake up early for the gym I'm sorely tempted to go back to sleep, but you know what? Sleep is the furthest goddamned thing from my mind right now.
I don't even know if I can convey how frightening it truly was, because all the details that make a dream so vivid end up sounding so stupid in daylight. Like we were all filthy rich so we had huge manor houses (mine was the biggest; it was like a museum and had some giant fossils in it that I was explaining came from Calvert Cliffs) and servants. A serial killer was chasing Megan's entire family plus me, and we went from her house to my house but he found us there and we had to run again. I guess this was some reality where the police and FBI don't exist, because nobody seemed to help us - we were just fleeing and trying to hide, he was coming after us with a huge knife/scythe thing, and nothing would stop him. A bit like Javier Cruz's character in "No Country for Old Men," although in the dream I was explaining that he was like the real guy Dexter was based on (I don't even know if Dexter was based on a real person but I think no more Dexter for me for a little while, no?)
Anyway, for some reason I seemed to know what was going on and was kind of the leader. I vaguely remember my mother showing up at some point, but that might've been in a different dream. The guy killed one of our dogs, and also one of the S.'s maids while we were staying at a campground overnight. I could feel myself sliding towards wakefulness, but I couldn't get out of the reality of the dream. When my alarm went off, I woke up shaking and sweating and convinced I saw somebody by the door when it was just my lamp and a picture on the wall. Dude, I'm not even bothered by serial killers normally, I am all about the supernatural horror. This dream just swallowed me up.
Well. Normally when I wake up early for the gym I'm sorely tempted to go back to sleep, but you know what? Sleep is the furthest goddamned thing from my mind right now.
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