Fear
It has been a long time since I've had a dream that woke me this frightened.
I can still feel it in my hands.
I have a friend who is very much like Sarah Brightman in ways physically (same shape, good skin, and lovely hair, she's too much of a perfectionist to agree that she could sing the parts too.) also she's a big REPO! fan so I can see why my mind cast her. I just don't understand why I was who I was... It was this strange amalgam of REPO and Phantom of the Opera. I had the Repo suit and a half mask where someone had smashed it into my face; the face cover was split in the center, stuck in my cheeks like some horrible beak. I looked down upon everyone swarming across stage. I was angry, no one was listening to what I told them (I think I was protecting from some kind of invasion on its way to the Opera house; I want to say zombie or at least a mob.) They all were jostling her, running about her, while she tried to calm them, they rushed her ready to kill. I rode the chandelier down pinning her to the stage and then I butchered her. From stem to stern, there wasn't anything left to identify her as human save for her eyes and her lips. They never stopped looking at me and working trying to beg me to stop. I was vicious with it. It was quick but it felt like forever for me. She saw me coming, she thought I was going to make it all better and I betrayed her in the most intimate of ways I could find. But everyone followed me. I was on top. If anyone questioned me, I'd eat another part of her and that would solve the problem. When I ran out of body parts, I'd slice myself to maintain control. I bled her eyes from my wounds. I'd eat them again to make them stop staring at me... Eventually I sounded like her, her voice was in my throat and I couldn't rid myself of it. I looked in the mirror and it was her eyes in my head, her lips on my face. Both folded back and started pressing inward until I woke up...
You'll have to forgive the horrid punctuation but I had to get it all out.
Anyone have any incites other than, "Geez that was a fucked up stress dream?"
I may have put a dent in my wall while asleep...
I can still feel it in my hands.
I have a friend who is very much like Sarah Brightman in ways physically (same shape, good skin, and lovely hair, she's too much of a perfectionist to agree that she could sing the parts too.) also she's a big REPO! fan so I can see why my mind cast her. I just don't understand why I was who I was... It was this strange amalgam of REPO and Phantom of the Opera. I had the Repo suit and a half mask where someone had smashed it into my face; the face cover was split in the center, stuck in my cheeks like some horrible beak. I looked down upon everyone swarming across stage. I was angry, no one was listening to what I told them (I think I was protecting from some kind of invasion on its way to the Opera house; I want to say zombie or at least a mob.) They all were jostling her, running about her, while she tried to calm them, they rushed her ready to kill. I rode the chandelier down pinning her to the stage and then I butchered her. From stem to stern, there wasn't anything left to identify her as human save for her eyes and her lips. They never stopped looking at me and working trying to beg me to stop. I was vicious with it. It was quick but it felt like forever for me. She saw me coming, she thought I was going to make it all better and I betrayed her in the most intimate of ways I could find. But everyone followed me. I was on top. If anyone questioned me, I'd eat another part of her and that would solve the problem. When I ran out of body parts, I'd slice myself to maintain control. I bled her eyes from my wounds. I'd eat them again to make them stop staring at me... Eventually I sounded like her, her voice was in my throat and I couldn't rid myself of it. I looked in the mirror and it was her eyes in my head, her lips on my face. Both folded back and started pressing inward until I woke up...
You'll have to forgive the horrid punctuation but I had to get it all out.
Anyone have any incites other than, "Geez that was a fucked up stress dream?"
I may have put a dent in my wall while asleep...