Nightmare
....I had a pretty disturbing nightmare last night...
I find it interesting since I haven't had a nightmare in a reaaaaally long time.
It was about one of my best friend's dad trying to kill me.
Not fun. And reaaaally creepy.
It sort of played out like one of those Lifetime movies.
It was my birthday, some things happened before that but it's all murky now. Anyway, I was older. Around 15 or so. We were kind of having a party in some sort of club. Neon lights, drinks, music, and a bunch of hot, sweaty people dancing.
Funny, cause I don't like those sorts of parties.
Anyway, everyone was having fun, except for me. I was feeling paranoid (nothing new), but I had this gut feeling that something horrible was going to happen.
So I left, what I'm assuming to be, the club.
Then I think there's a time skip or I can't remember... OH OH OH! Oh my god! I remember what happened before my birthday!
.... Wow this dream was fucked up.
Anyway, I had this dog and she was important...I think. She was a puppy and her fur was brown. Apparently my family was left with her. And by that, I mean someone died, we were in the Will, and got the dog.
I was alone, taking care of her...i n the elementary building of my school...(Damn I can't even escape school in my dreams!)
Then suddenly, this couple walks in. The woman's pretty, with short, wavy blonde-hair. I can only remember the man wearing one of those old, bowl-like hats that English men wore in um... older times.
Anyway, they tell me that the dog belongs to them. Legally, or some shit like that. I think I was holding her, and when they try to grab her she jumps out of my arms.... and turns into a rabbit. A white one. Pretty cute, anyway I run after her because I don't want her to go into the street. Eventually, I catch her and she turns back into a dog and throws up. I manage to not get any on me. But apparently, I greatly insulted the couple and they promise to kill me and take the dog.
I leave and tell everything that happened to my father, he doesn't comment about the death threat and instead rants about the legal stuff.
"The dog is rightfully ours! Blah blah blah."
The next day is my whole Birthday thing. So back to that, I leave the club and go home. Of course when I look at the house I went to, I don't recognize it at all, but dream-me does so, whatever.
I tell my roommates about it. And suddenly the couple appears at the door. We can see them walking, cause the door has a glass window, and the sides are also windows. One of my roommates covers the window with a curtain so they don't see us. And we get on this little mini-jeep. One of those toy ones that they make for 5 year old boys or something. You can get them in Toys R Us, I think...
Anyway, we slowly begin to go down the hall. And the mini-jeep thing is slower than a turtle. And because of that, and the windows on the side, the couple sees us.
"We know you're in there." And with that, I get out of the mini-jeep thing and run into a room. Where my other roommate, and the one in the jeep, magically appear into.
The couple break down the door and go into the room we're in. The man changes form so he looks exactly like my best friend's father.
We freak out, because it becomes apparent they're here to hurt us. I quickly grab knives from the kitchen, which we're in. I hand them to the girls, arm myself with some and run out the room. I end up upstairs, in a room facing the couple.
I can't remember what I did to the blonde woman but she ends up unmoving on the floor, still breathing though.
I face my best friend's dad, feeling betrayed. He's holding a knife as well, and we quickly begin fighting. The knives are pretty dull, so they don't cut well. I stab him a couple times, too shallow to do enough damage until I get his side. He crumbles onto the floor and I quickly stab the knife into his back, all the way through. Along the place where I believe his heart to be. He coughs up blood.
I remember thinking during those moments that, I will not die. Not here, not now. I need to survive.
Surviving meant I had to get rid of what-who-was threatening my life.
I didn't feel very guilty.
He's laying on his stomach in a pool of his own blood. He turns his head to face me, coughing up blood as he does so.
And then he smiles.
"Happy Birthday, Claudia."
He speaks to the blonde woman, who still hasn't moved but she's grinning now. It unnerves me.
"Give her, her present."
She nods, still grinning.
Suddenly it dawns on me what might just happen and I rush out of the room. Bomb.
But I pause because they start to talk. I'm outside the room they're in. I listen to them, heart racing because I know I have to get out.
By what they say, I figure out that I'm supposed to run away. It's what they want.... I don't know what to do. Every fiber of my being wants me to run out of the house but that very action could kill me.
I freeze, the decision weighing me down.
What am I going to do?
-And then I wake up.
My birthday's on the 18th.
I find it interesting since I haven't had a nightmare in a reaaaaally long time.
It was about one of my best friend's dad trying to kill me.
Not fun. And reaaaally creepy.
It sort of played out like one of those Lifetime movies.
It was my birthday, some things happened before that but it's all murky now. Anyway, I was older. Around 15 or so. We were kind of having a party in some sort of club. Neon lights, drinks, music, and a bunch of hot, sweaty people dancing.
Funny, cause I don't like those sorts of parties.
Anyway, everyone was having fun, except for me. I was feeling paranoid (nothing new), but I had this gut feeling that something horrible was going to happen.
So I left, what I'm assuming to be, the club.
Then I think there's a time skip or I can't remember... OH OH OH! Oh my god! I remember what happened before my birthday!
.... Wow this dream was fucked up.
Anyway, I had this dog and she was important...I think. She was a puppy and her fur was brown. Apparently my family was left with her. And by that, I mean someone died, we were in the Will, and got the dog.
I was alone, taking care of her...i n the elementary building of my school...(Damn I can't even escape school in my dreams!)
Then suddenly, this couple walks in. The woman's pretty, with short, wavy blonde-hair. I can only remember the man wearing one of those old, bowl-like hats that English men wore in um... older times.
Anyway, they tell me that the dog belongs to them. Legally, or some shit like that. I think I was holding her, and when they try to grab her she jumps out of my arms.... and turns into a rabbit. A white one. Pretty cute, anyway I run after her because I don't want her to go into the street. Eventually, I catch her and she turns back into a dog and throws up. I manage to not get any on me. But apparently, I greatly insulted the couple and they promise to kill me and take the dog.
I leave and tell everything that happened to my father, he doesn't comment about the death threat and instead rants about the legal stuff.
"The dog is rightfully ours! Blah blah blah."
The next day is my whole Birthday thing. So back to that, I leave the club and go home. Of course when I look at the house I went to, I don't recognize it at all, but dream-me does so, whatever.
I tell my roommates about it. And suddenly the couple appears at the door. We can see them walking, cause the door has a glass window, and the sides are also windows. One of my roommates covers the window with a curtain so they don't see us. And we get on this little mini-jeep. One of those toy ones that they make for 5 year old boys or something. You can get them in Toys R Us, I think...
Anyway, we slowly begin to go down the hall. And the mini-jeep thing is slower than a turtle. And because of that, and the windows on the side, the couple sees us.
"We know you're in there." And with that, I get out of the mini-jeep thing and run into a room. Where my other roommate, and the one in the jeep, magically appear into.
The couple break down the door and go into the room we're in. The man changes form so he looks exactly like my best friend's father.
We freak out, because it becomes apparent they're here to hurt us. I quickly grab knives from the kitchen, which we're in. I hand them to the girls, arm myself with some and run out the room. I end up upstairs, in a room facing the couple.
I can't remember what I did to the blonde woman but she ends up unmoving on the floor, still breathing though.
I face my best friend's dad, feeling betrayed. He's holding a knife as well, and we quickly begin fighting. The knives are pretty dull, so they don't cut well. I stab him a couple times, too shallow to do enough damage until I get his side. He crumbles onto the floor and I quickly stab the knife into his back, all the way through. Along the place where I believe his heart to be. He coughs up blood.
I remember thinking during those moments that, I will not die. Not here, not now. I need to survive.
Surviving meant I had to get rid of what-who-was threatening my life.
I didn't feel very guilty.
He's laying on his stomach in a pool of his own blood. He turns his head to face me, coughing up blood as he does so.
And then he smiles.
"Happy Birthday, Claudia."
He speaks to the blonde woman, who still hasn't moved but she's grinning now. It unnerves me.
"Give her, her present."
She nods, still grinning.
Suddenly it dawns on me what might just happen and I rush out of the room. Bomb.
But I pause because they start to talk. I'm outside the room they're in. I listen to them, heart racing because I know I have to get out.
By what they say, I figure out that I'm supposed to run away. It's what they want.... I don't know what to do. Every fiber of my being wants me to run out of the house but that very action could kill me.
I freeze, the decision weighing me down.
What am I going to do?
-And then I wake up.
My birthday's on the 18th.