Freaky ass dream that I couldn't escape
I had a dream last night that I was dying.
In the dream, a group of my friends and I stood up to an evil old man and his kids. We had to kill as many of them off before they had a chance to hurt us. I had given up because I couldn't stand all the violence. But then I got caught by the old man and his crew and he began to torture me.
He opened me up from the inside in order to teach me a lesson. He cut up my stomach and there was blood everywhere. When I asked why he was causing me so much pain and not anyone else, he said that I was too selfish and spoiled and that I needed to learn how to behave. I began to realize that he was right. So I followed his orders and didn't fight back. He kept me in his castle, which I was not allowed to leave. Along with many other boys and girls in the same situations as me, I was kept under very strict rules. To earn the man's respect back, I had to sit and watch as a guy I once dated was being tortured in front of me. I had to add to his torture by telling him all the awful things I thought about him. I asked if I could participate but not watch the violence.
We were watched all the time. There was a certain way to go pee, a certain time to leave the castle to go outside, a certain time to visit the library, etc. I had to go to bed with the man in a long nightgown and never disagree with what he wanted me to do. I was scared and numb all the time. I was not allowed to eat anything because the man had opened up my stomach.
I finally began to win his trust and love by being very nice, neutral and avoiding any trouble. I also got along with him better because he really liked my dad after speaking to him on the phone. I thought I would be able to escape and go back home.
But when I was allowed to finally leave and go home to see my mom, sister and grandma, I realized that I was dying. I would die in a few hours but it hurt too much to stay alive so I tried to fall asleep. To make it easier on me, my dad offered me some drugs to smoke to knock me out. As we passed the bowl of drugs around, I began feeling the effects of it and my life began to flash before my eyes. I then realizied that I had been living a double life. There were two of me, the person I was and an uglier twin sister that suffered even more than I have. My twin sister and I were to be buried in the front yard of my parents' house and we fought for a better grave. I began thinking what my life would be like once I was dead. I wondered if I could revisit earth to watch my loved ones as a spirit and got really sad as I thought about the inevitable emptiness and loneliness.
In the dream, a group of my friends and I stood up to an evil old man and his kids. We had to kill as many of them off before they had a chance to hurt us. I had given up because I couldn't stand all the violence. But then I got caught by the old man and his crew and he began to torture me.
He opened me up from the inside in order to teach me a lesson. He cut up my stomach and there was blood everywhere. When I asked why he was causing me so much pain and not anyone else, he said that I was too selfish and spoiled and that I needed to learn how to behave. I began to realize that he was right. So I followed his orders and didn't fight back. He kept me in his castle, which I was not allowed to leave. Along with many other boys and girls in the same situations as me, I was kept under very strict rules. To earn the man's respect back, I had to sit and watch as a guy I once dated was being tortured in front of me. I had to add to his torture by telling him all the awful things I thought about him. I asked if I could participate but not watch the violence.
We were watched all the time. There was a certain way to go pee, a certain time to leave the castle to go outside, a certain time to visit the library, etc. I had to go to bed with the man in a long nightgown and never disagree with what he wanted me to do. I was scared and numb all the time. I was not allowed to eat anything because the man had opened up my stomach.
I finally began to win his trust and love by being very nice, neutral and avoiding any trouble. I also got along with him better because he really liked my dad after speaking to him on the phone. I thought I would be able to escape and go back home.
But when I was allowed to finally leave and go home to see my mom, sister and grandma, I realized that I was dying. I would die in a few hours but it hurt too much to stay alive so I tried to fall asleep. To make it easier on me, my dad offered me some drugs to smoke to knock me out. As we passed the bowl of drugs around, I began feeling the effects of it and my life began to flash before my eyes. I then realizied that I had been living a double life. There were two of me, the person I was and an uglier twin sister that suffered even more than I have. My twin sister and I were to be buried in the front yard of my parents' house and we fought for a better grave. I began thinking what my life would be like once I was dead. I wondered if I could revisit earth to watch my loved ones as a spirit and got really sad as I thought about the inevitable emptiness and loneliness.