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Nightmares more like. I took Seth to school then went back to bed around eight thirty or so.
At first I couldn't get warm enough to sleep, but I was too tired to face the day, so I just laid there.
That's when it all began, one of the most lucid, freaky, and disturbing dreams of my life.
Gary, Kendra, and I went to Fairchild Airforce base to visit Haley. When we got there, only Eileen was around. She stood behind the kitchen sink watching us carefully. In the guest room, several Chucky sized dolls were lounging on dressers and shelves. I picked one up and the ribbons securing its hat together came apart. Something about the doll was creepy, so I had the urge to put it down.
Eileen screeched at me, "You fix his hat!"
"Okay," I said, "but where is Haley?"
She didn't answer, just kind of growled and went away. I searched the house for Haley, creepy doll cradled in my arms. Periodically I would attempt to put its hat to rights.
Finally I became frusterated with the strings and I told the doll, "Fuck you, I don't want to fix your stupid hat."
The thing smiled and its eyes glowed with an unholy yellow light.
"Okay, sorry! I'll fix your hat!"
Then it opened its mouth in a vengeful grimace, revealing little pointed teeth.
I ran back to Eileen, " Can I do something else for you? I can't fix the doll hat."
"Sure honey, if you play with this one."
In her proferred hands a large beak nosed and sharp chinned clown doll sat.
The thing opened its garishly painted mouth and cackled a little.
Suddenly my hat situation seemed more tolerable.
"Nevermind! Don't worry about it.."
I ran back to the guest room and tried to get Gary to drive us away.
He stood with his back to me, staring at a wall. I prodded him and he turned.
An unearthly growling noise came from the back of his throat, I fled the room, throwing the creepy doll against the dresser.
I sprinted down the hall and fled through the front door. My feet were bare and I could feel the cool touch of the dewy grass. I pushed hard. My breath came out in gusts, my legs pumped...
But running, I realized I was dreaming.
"Wake up!" I yelled to myself.
I felt very heavy, my eyelids refused to open. I kept trying to wake up, but sleep dragged me down like an anchor.
Okay, I plotted, I can just dream about something good if I have to stay asleep.
I began to jerk off, laughing at whatever malicious spirit had trapped me in a nightmare.
Somehow, I turned into an even bustier caramel skinned woman who was completely nude.
Then a miniature hog, with burnished and gleaming tusks, descended from the ceiling. It was making awful squealing noises.
It landed by my downstairs and began gnawing giant chunks of flesh from my vag area. Swallowing them whole.
I screamed and writhed in pain, then grabbed the pig thing and crushed its skull in my hands.
"WAKE UP!" I yelled at myself, to no avail.
Next I looked out my window at a hideous old woman wrapped in a cloak, her eyes were milky white with blindness, but she was staring right at me.
I had had quite enough, I felt around for my eyelids, and pulled them apart. I still felt like I was drowning in an ocean of warm sand, but I caught a glimpse of the room through my slitted eye.
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! It was my mantra as I tried to shake off the dreams.
Finally, my room came into focus. I then sat in my bed screaming for several minutes.
I rolled over eventually and called Alec, eager to report my nightmare to him.
"Hello?" Alec answered brightly.
" Are you real?" I asked, not quite believing my good fortune.
"Yeah, I'm real...why?"
I then explained the whole nightmare to him in detail.
The nightmare made a perfect replication of his voice.
I hung up with him, then Nick walked in the door. And RaeAnne. And several people I didn't know. They had the inspired idea of hooking up eight or ten wagons and riding them through the streets.
I thought the idea was stupid, so I wandered off alone.
The scene was a ghastly greenish yellow, the sole illumination coming from the street lights. I caught sight of an orange cat.
His fur looked like a myspace picture with the saturation turned up too high.
I followed him down the lane and through a velvet curtained alley.
It led to an odd hallway with a large cage at the end.
A tag read, "Thanks to the humane society, we are saving animal life."
Inside the cage writhed a miniature menagerie. A mouse, mother and child, were fighting off a tiny goat that wanted to devour the baby.
On the upper level of the cage, two kitten sized horses squirmed about. One had the others thigh lodged deep in its throat. It looked very uncomfortable.I watched this cage, transfixed, until it started to hurt my stomach to look at.
I then returned home with the orange cat in tow.
On the way into the house I reconvened with Nick, another cat, and RaeAnne.
Once we let the stray cats into our home, they transformed into large Mexican boys who were flea ridden.
"Oh." I said. "You can use the shower...if you'd like."
I saw one of the boys scratch and a black thing catapulted to the floor.
"Thanks!" He grinned, then sat on my bed.
Yuck. I cringed inwardly, feeling loathe to do laundry before I got to sleep in my bed.
I left the room and returned, (A big feat since our house is only one room) to find it devoid of all my belongings.
What?
"What happened?" I queried Nick.
"We were robbed." He informed me calmly.
"Who did this?"
He shrugged.
Then I woke up, for real this time. I feel like I have run some marathon.
Weird.
At first I couldn't get warm enough to sleep, but I was too tired to face the day, so I just laid there.
That's when it all began, one of the most lucid, freaky, and disturbing dreams of my life.
Gary, Kendra, and I went to Fairchild Airforce base to visit Haley. When we got there, only Eileen was around. She stood behind the kitchen sink watching us carefully. In the guest room, several Chucky sized dolls were lounging on dressers and shelves. I picked one up and the ribbons securing its hat together came apart. Something about the doll was creepy, so I had the urge to put it down.
Eileen screeched at me, "You fix his hat!"
"Okay," I said, "but where is Haley?"
She didn't answer, just kind of growled and went away. I searched the house for Haley, creepy doll cradled in my arms. Periodically I would attempt to put its hat to rights.
Finally I became frusterated with the strings and I told the doll, "Fuck you, I don't want to fix your stupid hat."
The thing smiled and its eyes glowed with an unholy yellow light.
"Okay, sorry! I'll fix your hat!"
Then it opened its mouth in a vengeful grimace, revealing little pointed teeth.
I ran back to Eileen, " Can I do something else for you? I can't fix the doll hat."
"Sure honey, if you play with this one."
In her proferred hands a large beak nosed and sharp chinned clown doll sat.
The thing opened its garishly painted mouth and cackled a little.
Suddenly my hat situation seemed more tolerable.
"Nevermind! Don't worry about it.."
I ran back to the guest room and tried to get Gary to drive us away.
He stood with his back to me, staring at a wall. I prodded him and he turned.
An unearthly growling noise came from the back of his throat, I fled the room, throwing the creepy doll against the dresser.
I sprinted down the hall and fled through the front door. My feet were bare and I could feel the cool touch of the dewy grass. I pushed hard. My breath came out in gusts, my legs pumped...
But running, I realized I was dreaming.
"Wake up!" I yelled to myself.
I felt very heavy, my eyelids refused to open. I kept trying to wake up, but sleep dragged me down like an anchor.
Okay, I plotted, I can just dream about something good if I have to stay asleep.
I began to jerk off, laughing at whatever malicious spirit had trapped me in a nightmare.
Somehow, I turned into an even bustier caramel skinned woman who was completely nude.
Then a miniature hog, with burnished and gleaming tusks, descended from the ceiling. It was making awful squealing noises.
It landed by my downstairs and began gnawing giant chunks of flesh from my vag area. Swallowing them whole.
I screamed and writhed in pain, then grabbed the pig thing and crushed its skull in my hands.
"WAKE UP!" I yelled at myself, to no avail.
Next I looked out my window at a hideous old woman wrapped in a cloak, her eyes were milky white with blindness, but she was staring right at me.
I had had quite enough, I felt around for my eyelids, and pulled them apart. I still felt like I was drowning in an ocean of warm sand, but I caught a glimpse of the room through my slitted eye.
WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP! It was my mantra as I tried to shake off the dreams.
Finally, my room came into focus. I then sat in my bed screaming for several minutes.
I rolled over eventually and called Alec, eager to report my nightmare to him.
"Hello?" Alec answered brightly.
" Are you real?" I asked, not quite believing my good fortune.
"Yeah, I'm real...why?"
I then explained the whole nightmare to him in detail.
The nightmare made a perfect replication of his voice.
I hung up with him, then Nick walked in the door. And RaeAnne. And several people I didn't know. They had the inspired idea of hooking up eight or ten wagons and riding them through the streets.
I thought the idea was stupid, so I wandered off alone.
The scene was a ghastly greenish yellow, the sole illumination coming from the street lights. I caught sight of an orange cat.
His fur looked like a myspace picture with the saturation turned up too high.
I followed him down the lane and through a velvet curtained alley.
It led to an odd hallway with a large cage at the end.
A tag read, "Thanks to the humane society, we are saving animal life."
Inside the cage writhed a miniature menagerie. A mouse, mother and child, were fighting off a tiny goat that wanted to devour the baby.
On the upper level of the cage, two kitten sized horses squirmed about. One had the others thigh lodged deep in its throat. It looked very uncomfortable.I watched this cage, transfixed, until it started to hurt my stomach to look at.
I then returned home with the orange cat in tow.
On the way into the house I reconvened with Nick, another cat, and RaeAnne.
Once we let the stray cats into our home, they transformed into large Mexican boys who were flea ridden.
"Oh." I said. "You can use the shower...if you'd like."
I saw one of the boys scratch and a black thing catapulted to the floor.
"Thanks!" He grinned, then sat on my bed.
Yuck. I cringed inwardly, feeling loathe to do laundry before I got to sleep in my bed.
I left the room and returned, (A big feat since our house is only one room) to find it devoid of all my belongings.
What?
"What happened?" I queried Nick.
"We were robbed." He informed me calmly.
"Who did this?"
He shrugged.
Then I woke up, for real this time. I feel like I have run some marathon.
Weird.
