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I just had a really bizarre dream and I want to get it down before I forget.
I was a homeless person living on the streets and the only thing I still had left to my name was my skull and bones necklace. I came across this man who was giving these powerful hallucinogenic drugs to street people like myself and making them through the drug kill themselves. He was essentially murdering them. And when he saw me he took me and gave me the drugs and a gun and sent me on my way. I think I overheard that when he felt confident enough he was going to start doing it to regular people. He also carved something into my chest, writing which I knew of in the dream but I can't remember now. It was his way of letting people know that he was doing t to his victims. (Quick side note, he also drove this bizarre white car that had a open mouth face coming 3d out of the back with blacked out eyes )So I wandered from where I was which was a beach area to a nearby hotel and I was trying to get a grip but I couldn't and I went inside and directly to the elevator. I was led there by someone who thought I was staying in the hotel. On my way I met a old woman who had fallen and she was terrified and that's when I knew he was branching off to regular people because she was terrified in the same ways I was but because she was on other medications I think his drugs were clashing and she lost her ability to walk but was still present enough in mind to keep from killing herself. I walked into the elevator and that's when I began really hallucinating. I thought the elevator was moving too fast up and down up and down and I moved into the corner of the elevator but unlike his other victims I the idea of killing myself didn't seem like the only way out
When I looked down at the gun the barrel of it to me looked like an eagle with a glowing blue/white light and I shot instead at the elevator doors which stopped the elevator and I was back on the ground floor again. Security men came in and dropped the gum and i was crying hysterically and they could tell something was wrong which is when they discovered the writing on my chest. I think they were just recognizing the guy who gave me all the drugs as a serial killer. And even though up until this point I was about my real age the next part of my dream
I'm being takin care of by the hospital because I had no where ewlse to go after the hospital but I'm also about a 6 year old boy and myself and the hotel staff are having breakfast and a nurse was going into the storeroom for something else to add the breakfast amd I wanted more syrup so I went to go with her and I ran ahead and the dude who didnt get to kill me was in the store room and he stabbed at me and I screamed and hit the floor and he ran off because he wasnt expecting the nurse4 to be there and wasnt sure how many other people were there
Then I'm living with a family who took me in because I had no where to go and I'm 17ish (female) and the stabbing was almost a year ago and I'm very guarded as a person but I love the family that took me in. And the parents are my parents in real life but they have a young son (not Conor) and 2 infant daughters. And we were staying in a hotel and my Mom and I were in bed and she was on the computer and dozing and I was in bed and feeling uneasy. I always think about the guy who did this and when my parents aren't around (My Dad was at a conference somewhere in the hotel) I feel worse because I knwo Im at a weak point. And my suspicions are right and the guy comes in the room and I'm too scared to do anything significant but I'm nudging my mom trying to wake her but its not hard enough and at the last minute when hes over me with a scalpel I get the phone and call I think my Dad and then the police for help but he stabs me 2x and cuts across me once all on my left side when my mom wakes up but she starts yelling and my Dad comes into the room and the guy manages to dodge him and get out.
Then its later, after the bandages have come off but I'm still sore and I'm very uneasy. Dad is at work and Mom is playing with her son and 2 young daughters on this raised platform caged in protective sandbox platform and there's a big van parked near the back door of our house on the left side that we let our neighbor use to make phone calls so he can have privacy because he cant do it in his house or out back and hes in the back part talking away to someone. I can see him through the window but its all dark and mostly his silhouette and I was sitting on the back steps but I get upo and walk towards the play pen thing and I feel increasingly distressed. When I look out towards the street and I see the murderers car drive slowly and park across the street 1 or 2houses farther than ours down and I connect the dots. I know that he wouldn't be so open about his arrival and I know he probably isn't driving and suddenly I suspect hes in the van with the neighbor. I don't thin the neighbor is alive anymore and that this guy is puppet-erring him to make it appear that he is. So I open the back door and let the dogs out and close the back yard gate so they cant get out and I figure they6 could help just in case. (There was a St. Bernard and a boxer and a rescued old German shepherd police dog.) And I timidly ask Mom for her cell phone I'm too scared I can't get the words out but eventually she can see something is wrong she gives me the phone and I call the police but I can barely get words out and the police recognize the phone and come to the address before the guy ever comes out of the van and they're able to arrest him but without seeing it I know there's blood all over the back of the van and I know the neighbor was decapitated.
Then its a year or so later, its learned that the dude who was after me was only so crazy about it because he was taking small amounts of the hallucinogen that he gave his victims and it messed with his head. So somehow hes out on bail and he comes to the house even though hes not supposed to leave his own and hes coming to apologize for his actions. And he just comes in and finds me in the kitchen. When I see him I pick up a large cutting knife and tell him not to come closer but I can't get to a phone to call anyone and he's getting frustrated becuase hes just trying to tell me hes sorry and I wont listen and hes trying to get me to put the knife down but I wont and I wont let him come near me. And though somehow I know that he really is there to apologize for his sins that it was the drug that made him crazy I also rationalize that a drug habit is a hard one for anyone to break and why should I just assume this guy is done with the drugs? Though I say none of this out loud. And I know that if he were to eve pick up the drug again his obsession with me would come back full force but by now hes worried that I haven't put the knife down and he picks up one also to defend himself but in my head I think about how this will look so much better in my favor and the first chance I get I stab him to death.
And I stab him way too many times becuase I'm afraid at any point he'll come back to life. Also initially hes shocked because I'd never fought back before but he takes a few swipes at me and I have defensive wounds which I also register in the back of my head that its a positive thing for me. When after probably too much time I get up and call the police.
And that was my really fucked up dream.
I was a homeless person living on the streets and the only thing I still had left to my name was my skull and bones necklace. I came across this man who was giving these powerful hallucinogenic drugs to street people like myself and making them through the drug kill themselves. He was essentially murdering them. And when he saw me he took me and gave me the drugs and a gun and sent me on my way. I think I overheard that when he felt confident enough he was going to start doing it to regular people. He also carved something into my chest, writing which I knew of in the dream but I can't remember now. It was his way of letting people know that he was doing t to his victims. (Quick side note, he also drove this bizarre white car that had a open mouth face coming 3d out of the back with blacked out eyes )So I wandered from where I was which was a beach area to a nearby hotel and I was trying to get a grip but I couldn't and I went inside and directly to the elevator. I was led there by someone who thought I was staying in the hotel. On my way I met a old woman who had fallen and she was terrified and that's when I knew he was branching off to regular people because she was terrified in the same ways I was but because she was on other medications I think his drugs were clashing and she lost her ability to walk but was still present enough in mind to keep from killing herself. I walked into the elevator and that's when I began really hallucinating. I thought the elevator was moving too fast up and down up and down and I moved into the corner of the elevator but unlike his other victims I the idea of killing myself didn't seem like the only way out
When I looked down at the gun the barrel of it to me looked like an eagle with a glowing blue/white light and I shot instead at the elevator doors which stopped the elevator and I was back on the ground floor again. Security men came in and dropped the gum and i was crying hysterically and they could tell something was wrong which is when they discovered the writing on my chest. I think they were just recognizing the guy who gave me all the drugs as a serial killer. And even though up until this point I was about my real age the next part of my dream
I'm being takin care of by the hospital because I had no where ewlse to go after the hospital but I'm also about a 6 year old boy and myself and the hotel staff are having breakfast and a nurse was going into the storeroom for something else to add the breakfast amd I wanted more syrup so I went to go with her and I ran ahead and the dude who didnt get to kill me was in the store room and he stabbed at me and I screamed and hit the floor and he ran off because he wasnt expecting the nurse4 to be there and wasnt sure how many other people were there
Then I'm living with a family who took me in because I had no where to go and I'm 17ish (female) and the stabbing was almost a year ago and I'm very guarded as a person but I love the family that took me in. And the parents are my parents in real life but they have a young son (not Conor) and 2 infant daughters. And we were staying in a hotel and my Mom and I were in bed and she was on the computer and dozing and I was in bed and feeling uneasy. I always think about the guy who did this and when my parents aren't around (My Dad was at a conference somewhere in the hotel) I feel worse because I knwo Im at a weak point. And my suspicions are right and the guy comes in the room and I'm too scared to do anything significant but I'm nudging my mom trying to wake her but its not hard enough and at the last minute when hes over me with a scalpel I get the phone and call I think my Dad and then the police for help but he stabs me 2x and cuts across me once all on my left side when my mom wakes up but she starts yelling and my Dad comes into the room and the guy manages to dodge him and get out.
Then its later, after the bandages have come off but I'm still sore and I'm very uneasy. Dad is at work and Mom is playing with her son and 2 young daughters on this raised platform caged in protective sandbox platform and there's a big van parked near the back door of our house on the left side that we let our neighbor use to make phone calls so he can have privacy because he cant do it in his house or out back and hes in the back part talking away to someone. I can see him through the window but its all dark and mostly his silhouette and I was sitting on the back steps but I get upo and walk towards the play pen thing and I feel increasingly distressed. When I look out towards the street and I see the murderers car drive slowly and park across the street 1 or 2houses farther than ours down and I connect the dots. I know that he wouldn't be so open about his arrival and I know he probably isn't driving and suddenly I suspect hes in the van with the neighbor. I don't thin the neighbor is alive anymore and that this guy is puppet-erring him to make it appear that he is. So I open the back door and let the dogs out and close the back yard gate so they cant get out and I figure they6 could help just in case. (There was a St. Bernard and a boxer and a rescued old German shepherd police dog.) And I timidly ask Mom for her cell phone I'm too scared I can't get the words out but eventually she can see something is wrong she gives me the phone and I call the police but I can barely get words out and the police recognize the phone and come to the address before the guy ever comes out of the van and they're able to arrest him but without seeing it I know there's blood all over the back of the van and I know the neighbor was decapitated.
Then its a year or so later, its learned that the dude who was after me was only so crazy about it because he was taking small amounts of the hallucinogen that he gave his victims and it messed with his head. So somehow hes out on bail and he comes to the house even though hes not supposed to leave his own and hes coming to apologize for his actions. And he just comes in and finds me in the kitchen. When I see him I pick up a large cutting knife and tell him not to come closer but I can't get to a phone to call anyone and he's getting frustrated becuase hes just trying to tell me hes sorry and I wont listen and hes trying to get me to put the knife down but I wont and I wont let him come near me. And though somehow I know that he really is there to apologize for his sins that it was the drug that made him crazy I also rationalize that a drug habit is a hard one for anyone to break and why should I just assume this guy is done with the drugs? Though I say none of this out loud. And I know that if he were to eve pick up the drug again his obsession with me would come back full force but by now hes worried that I haven't put the knife down and he picks up one also to defend himself but in my head I think about how this will look so much better in my favor and the first chance I get I stab him to death.
And I stab him way too many times becuase I'm afraid at any point he'll come back to life. Also initially hes shocked because I'd never fought back before but he takes a few swipes at me and I have defensive wounds which I also register in the back of my head that its a positive thing for me. When after probably too much time I get up and call the police.
And that was my really fucked up dream.