nightmare
Ok, this is for Rachel to read my nightmare, because I don't remember if I told her. Anyway, here we go.
The worst dream I've ever had was early Thursday morning. Brace yourself, kiddies, it's long, and I should probably write it into a manuscript and sell it to Kevin Williams to make into the next thriller movie. Yep, it's that bad. It starts out in this foresty-swampy type area, with trees and ponds and stuff. I get the sense that the forest is posessed with the evil spirit of some demented killer guy who used to live there before he died. Creepy stuff. There is a dirt race track there, and people are milling about, men who either worked there or raced cars there. The race track is closed and is going to be torn down, so the men are reminiscing about their times there, and bring a hammer to chisel out pieces of the cement walls to take home with them as a memoir. One man has his two kids there with him, a daughter who is about 10 or 12, and a son who is 6 or 7. The man chisels out a piece of wall (it is graffitied too, colorful, I remember that) and hands it to his son, then chisels out a piece for himself. They start walking back to the car down the little dirt road in the middle of the woods, and the son is lagging behind, as little kids tend to do sometimes. The father goes to the car and gets something (a phone? a hammer? I do'nt remember what it was) and quickly walks back towards the son. (he's posessed by the evil person's spirit or whatever) Then he starts beating the son in the head with whatever was in his hand, and all I can hear is the sister screaming.
*image flashes to 10 years later or so* The girl returns to the area where her brother was killed with a guy friend (who looks like Barry Watson, for some reason) and his girlfriend. There is an old house there, and the swamp has overtaken it, so there is half a foot of water all through the bottom floor. They're looking through the house, and the creepy dead guy (disfigured, brutal, and evil) comes in the house and kills the girl, drowning her in the water that fills the house, then cuts her head off and leaves it on the banister of the stairs. The guy friend and his girlfriend try running, but the evil guy grabs the girlfriend and disappears with her. The Barry Watson guy jumps in their Jeep and is driving down the dirt road to get out of there, all I can see of him is the reflection of his eyes in the rearview mirror. He sees his girlfriend and the evil guy standing on the shore across the pond beside the road, she is screaming and trying to get away from the killer.
YIKES. Then Julie woke me up, and I felt like I was going to throw up, and I started crying. The dream had me physically frightened, it was so real. I don't even know why I had that dream, but it still makes me ill just thinking of it. It was the worst one I had all week, and I hope I NEVER experience that again.
The worst dream I've ever had was early Thursday morning. Brace yourself, kiddies, it's long, and I should probably write it into a manuscript and sell it to Kevin Williams to make into the next thriller movie. Yep, it's that bad. It starts out in this foresty-swampy type area, with trees and ponds and stuff. I get the sense that the forest is posessed with the evil spirit of some demented killer guy who used to live there before he died. Creepy stuff. There is a dirt race track there, and people are milling about, men who either worked there or raced cars there. The race track is closed and is going to be torn down, so the men are reminiscing about their times there, and bring a hammer to chisel out pieces of the cement walls to take home with them as a memoir. One man has his two kids there with him, a daughter who is about 10 or 12, and a son who is 6 or 7. The man chisels out a piece of wall (it is graffitied too, colorful, I remember that) and hands it to his son, then chisels out a piece for himself. They start walking back to the car down the little dirt road in the middle of the woods, and the son is lagging behind, as little kids tend to do sometimes. The father goes to the car and gets something (a phone? a hammer? I do'nt remember what it was) and quickly walks back towards the son. (he's posessed by the evil person's spirit or whatever) Then he starts beating the son in the head with whatever was in his hand, and all I can hear is the sister screaming.
*image flashes to 10 years later or so* The girl returns to the area where her brother was killed with a guy friend (who looks like Barry Watson, for some reason) and his girlfriend. There is an old house there, and the swamp has overtaken it, so there is half a foot of water all through the bottom floor. They're looking through the house, and the creepy dead guy (disfigured, brutal, and evil) comes in the house and kills the girl, drowning her in the water that fills the house, then cuts her head off and leaves it on the banister of the stairs. The guy friend and his girlfriend try running, but the evil guy grabs the girlfriend and disappears with her. The Barry Watson guy jumps in their Jeep and is driving down the dirt road to get out of there, all I can see of him is the reflection of his eyes in the rearview mirror. He sees his girlfriend and the evil guy standing on the shore across the pond beside the road, she is screaming and trying to get away from the killer.
YIKES. Then Julie woke me up, and I felt like I was going to throw up, and I started crying. The dream had me physically frightened, it was so real. I don't even know why I had that dream, but it still makes me ill just thinking of it. It was the worst one I had all week, and I hope I NEVER experience that again.