What dreams may come
the bodies are burning and i am overcome with fear as her flesh peels away, cracked and broken and she's laughing, her daughter is also laughing and I grab a pair of scissors and stab her repeatedly in the throat, her blood all over my hands and face and arms and clothes.
He is hiding in the bushes but I see him, the murderer in the yellow raincoat and I rush outside and there is another, holding a scythe, cutting him to pieces and I am covered in his blood, it soaks my arms my legs my face my clothes ...
There are flames all around, the entire town is being incinerated and there are people in the streets, flooding the streets, wearing masks shooting one another, stabbing one another, I turn down a side alley and pull the blanket further around my shoulders, hearing their footsteps behind me, praying they won't catch up. I start running, weaving through the crowds and I see a man being chopped to death and a building collapses in flames.
The house is small, odd and there is a woman that is more like a man, with a long pointed nose and long stringy hair lounging around, and also a man, and this is the house across the street from me. The bed is in the kitchen and I am lying on it while they watch TV from the couch and there are other people here, people from outside the dream, people who DO exist and suddenly I am at the refrigerator, looking around, and I realize this is HER house, this is THE SPOT and I look and she is standing there, rotting and bleeding, her face covered in burns, cackling and her daughter is with her and I realize that here and now, this is when I die.
*****
I pop awake in a cold sweat, rolling over to a sleeping Kristin. My eyes dart around the room and I am panicked, stricken with terror. None of it makes any sense ... the dream ... what happened ...?
He is hiding in the bushes but I see him, the murderer in the yellow raincoat and I rush outside and there is another, holding a scythe, cutting him to pieces and I am covered in his blood, it soaks my arms my legs my face my clothes ...
There are flames all around, the entire town is being incinerated and there are people in the streets, flooding the streets, wearing masks shooting one another, stabbing one another, I turn down a side alley and pull the blanket further around my shoulders, hearing their footsteps behind me, praying they won't catch up. I start running, weaving through the crowds and I see a man being chopped to death and a building collapses in flames.
The house is small, odd and there is a woman that is more like a man, with a long pointed nose and long stringy hair lounging around, and also a man, and this is the house across the street from me. The bed is in the kitchen and I am lying on it while they watch TV from the couch and there are other people here, people from outside the dream, people who DO exist and suddenly I am at the refrigerator, looking around, and I realize this is HER house, this is THE SPOT and I look and she is standing there, rotting and bleeding, her face covered in burns, cackling and her daughter is with her and I realize that here and now, this is when I die.
*****
I pop awake in a cold sweat, rolling over to a sleeping Kristin. My eyes dart around the room and I am panicked, stricken with terror. None of it makes any sense ... the dream ... what happened ...?