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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.
freaked out
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