carry my joy on the left, carry my pain on the right...
arrrrgh WORST DREAM EVER. coincidentally, i think it's also the only one i can remember having in which i did not eventually die. although at least there was bloody, disgusting death. details:
it took place at the creepy house described in the last entry. late last night i was looking it up and found out that my story from last night about how it came to be how it is was inaccurately relayed to me by my father. the house in THAT story is actually across the street. and also very cool. so i guess to make up for the mystery, i decided to come up with my own story of the house. according to some city records, whoever owns the house now has owned it since sometime in 2003. the owner is listed as a company name. i have a feeling the house is going to be torn down. in my dream, i was walking past it when i saw light in the windows. i knocked on the door and asked what the deal was, and this nice woman took me on a little tour. there was an upstairs, only one floorboard of which was linked to the stairs somehow. the woman kept laughing this really high, messed-up laugh. i politely told her it was beautiful (it was gross) and asked if i could photograph the inside and outside sometime. she had just told me they were tearing it down and i said i wanted to immortalize it because it was so lovely. she laughed, said we were kindred souls, and agreed.
this is where my memory gets fuzzy. i guess i was back there taking pictures and some other people were there too. the woman was acting totally insane and homicidal. i don't remember what she was doing, but it was really pitiful and frightening. so me and this other person apparently had to kill her. from the weapons she was holding, the only safe angle was to slice her in half. we did. the feeling of it was sickening. and then i remember thinking she looked like those cross-section models in science classes. it was so gross. they took her away and i thought it was over. i was shaken, but i figured if i was going to have to kill someone i might as well take my damn pictures. the other people stayed with me and we moved towards the back of the house. these three guys came out. i instantly recognized them as the people who caused that woman all of her pain and made her so crazy. and they were these disgusting half-machines. their eyes were blank and they were all part-metal. one had knives for hair. another had prongs like you put in an electrical outlet for fingers. just these two prongs he kept waving at me. it was sick. i woke up to keep the dream from going on, and now i'm really tired.
when i woke up, i thought to myself, "man, at least i took some great pictures!" ha.
i don't think i can go to that house alone now. it's just that irrational image of the man with knife-hair that creeps the hell out of me.
it took place at the creepy house described in the last entry. late last night i was looking it up and found out that my story from last night about how it came to be how it is was inaccurately relayed to me by my father. the house in THAT story is actually across the street. and also very cool. so i guess to make up for the mystery, i decided to come up with my own story of the house. according to some city records, whoever owns the house now has owned it since sometime in 2003. the owner is listed as a company name. i have a feeling the house is going to be torn down. in my dream, i was walking past it when i saw light in the windows. i knocked on the door and asked what the deal was, and this nice woman took me on a little tour. there was an upstairs, only one floorboard of which was linked to the stairs somehow. the woman kept laughing this really high, messed-up laugh. i politely told her it was beautiful (it was gross) and asked if i could photograph the inside and outside sometime. she had just told me they were tearing it down and i said i wanted to immortalize it because it was so lovely. she laughed, said we were kindred souls, and agreed.
this is where my memory gets fuzzy. i guess i was back there taking pictures and some other people were there too. the woman was acting totally insane and homicidal. i don't remember what she was doing, but it was really pitiful and frightening. so me and this other person apparently had to kill her. from the weapons she was holding, the only safe angle was to slice her in half. we did. the feeling of it was sickening. and then i remember thinking she looked like those cross-section models in science classes. it was so gross. they took her away and i thought it was over. i was shaken, but i figured if i was going to have to kill someone i might as well take my damn pictures. the other people stayed with me and we moved towards the back of the house. these three guys came out. i instantly recognized them as the people who caused that woman all of her pain and made her so crazy. and they were these disgusting half-machines. their eyes were blank and they were all part-metal. one had knives for hair. another had prongs like you put in an electrical outlet for fingers. just these two prongs he kept waving at me. it was sick. i woke up to keep the dream from going on, and now i'm really tired.
when i woke up, i thought to myself, "man, at least i took some great pictures!" ha.
i don't think i can go to that house alone now. it's just that irrational image of the man with knife-hair that creeps the hell out of me.