Reccuring Dream
I've had that special dream again, one that I've been having for a while and the contents of the dream are creepy as my dreams are wont to do.
Each time I have it the events change but the theme remains. I go to people's houses with some attractive red-haired girl, and we sneaky into these homes and kidnap the unwanted children from the homes. We take the child out of the home all sneakity like, and then bury it in the backyard of the house. As soon as the baby is covered up a tree sprouts forth and grows into maturity. The tree is watered by the tears of the family within the home after they realize how horrible they were; the tree sends out its braches to harvest the tears directly from the people's ducts.
Once we were caught, and I was forced to crush the skull of the mother that found us out. Then the red-haired girl grabbedmy arm and said something to the effect of "Now the tree won't be nourished" and I immediately chucked the child through a glass window which in-turn shreaded the child into bits.
Another time the child escaped and for a long time we couldn't find the child; however years passed and during the child's 3rd Christmas we caught up to it and carried it off. We asked the child if it was happy, and it said no. Then we buried the child and a dead tree grew forth. The redhead said "He was lying" and then dug up the child and smashed his head in with the shovel.
Last night's dream was special. We went into the home to find the child, but we did not find a him or a her. Then we opened the last door in the house only to find an old-man in a wheelchair. He told us he was least happy child, and that his tree had withered long ago; I pulled out a long piece of glass from my pocket, the glass was serated and govered in gore. The man then told me it wouldn't be neccessary and that he knew what we did to protect the world from unwanted things. He told us we were too late for him, and that his seed was sewn. I began to dig a hole in his living room as he babbled on about something, and my partner began to strip naked. He reached forward and touched her on the chest and became a child, then she chucked the baby into the hole and we buried it. As usual the tree grew, but its branches whipped about searching for tears. Then I took out an axe and chopped the tree down, broke it into bits, and burned it on the fire. The lady, my partner, put her clothes back on and we left the home. We walked home, which was very new to my dream, and aswe walked we pass through a field with many large fruits hanging from the branches. They were tear shaped and orange in color. Each fruit had a child in it, and at the end of the pathway of trees was a large man that was picking and eating the fruits.
It was then that I woke up... yeah, special dream.
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Each time I have it the events change but the theme remains. I go to people's houses with some attractive red-haired girl, and we sneaky into these homes and kidnap the unwanted children from the homes. We take the child out of the home all sneakity like, and then bury it in the backyard of the house. As soon as the baby is covered up a tree sprouts forth and grows into maturity. The tree is watered by the tears of the family within the home after they realize how horrible they were; the tree sends out its braches to harvest the tears directly from the people's ducts.
Once we were caught, and I was forced to crush the skull of the mother that found us out. Then the red-haired girl grabbedmy arm and said something to the effect of "Now the tree won't be nourished" and I immediately chucked the child through a glass window which in-turn shreaded the child into bits.
Another time the child escaped and for a long time we couldn't find the child; however years passed and during the child's 3rd Christmas we caught up to it and carried it off. We asked the child if it was happy, and it said no. Then we buried the child and a dead tree grew forth. The redhead said "He was lying" and then dug up the child and smashed his head in with the shovel.
Last night's dream was special. We went into the home to find the child, but we did not find a him or a her. Then we opened the last door in the house only to find an old-man in a wheelchair. He told us he was least happy child, and that his tree had withered long ago; I pulled out a long piece of glass from my pocket, the glass was serated and govered in gore. The man then told me it wouldn't be neccessary and that he knew what we did to protect the world from unwanted things. He told us we were too late for him, and that his seed was sewn. I began to dig a hole in his living room as he babbled on about something, and my partner began to strip naked. He reached forward and touched her on the chest and became a child, then she chucked the baby into the hole and we buried it. As usual the tree grew, but its branches whipped about searching for tears. Then I took out an axe and chopped the tree down, broke it into bits, and burned it on the fire. The lady, my partner, put her clothes back on and we left the home. We walked home, which was very new to my dream, and aswe walked we pass through a field with many large fruits hanging from the branches. They were tear shaped and orange in color. Each fruit had a child in it, and at the end of the pathway of trees was a large man that was picking and eating the fruits.
It was then that I woke up... yeah, special dream.
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