Wednesday, Jan. 26thAt that point I woke up and I felt horrible fright. The murderous rampage in my dream had given me this feeling of horror, and the death had made me heavy with grief. It took a couple of moments for me to realize it wasn't real, but even so the affects still lingered. I felt a visceral fear.
The first one, I was buying this moped...then I somehow ended up in this room where a guy was doing a sex tape with a girl. He ended up raping her, then skinning her. He went after me and the other people there with two saw blades, and we were trying to block him. We killed him and his body was dumped in the garbage.
To make things worse, there was a point in the dream where I found out my little sister had died of some disease or condition, and they had saved her bones in a paper bag. My mom had been reminiscing on the songs she used to sing when she was still alive.
I had another dream this morning that my work was having this get together after the day was done - I decided to go, as they promised it was like a YMCA club, where we could play poker and other games, and relax. The place looked cool. We walked there and someone turned on a shitty projector into this backyard lot. A bright green or yellow cot, shaped like a giant jelly bean, was on the lawn with another bench. It was boring, and to top it off we had to sleep outside. I was pissed that I had been dragged into it, and was worried about what time I would get home. I asked what time it was currently in the dream, and someone said 8:15. I then spent another few moments fixing the cot, as it's spandex cushion had detached from the sides (like that of a trampoline.)
Labels: death, fear, murder, nightmares, sleep
