Weird-ass dream, numero 2
This time I hadn't even been drinking or smoking...
So it begins in what I assume was an old apartment my family used to live in. The light is dim. Inside the living room sit my brother and I (I think), and leering over us is an older man with a head of hair and beard that are both white. He wears a leather jacket and jeans and he's holding a knife. In the kitchen we can hear another man rummaging through our cupboards, recklessly searching for, what I don't know.
Somehow I end up in the kitchen as well and I see sitting on the counter a small metallic hatchet. I pick it up. It's ergonomic grip fits smoothly into my sweaty hands. I walk back into the living room where I see the two intruders. They are facing away from me. My heart races and I try to lose myself in the moment. I let the hatchet take the lead. First it visits the younger man's back, then his head. Next all of the sudden there appears a knife in my hand. I again let the instrument take the lead as it visits the older man's chest and stomach.
The strange thing is, that in this ballet of carnage there is no blood. In the sites where these instruments visited there lay only graceful lines of red.
The younger man I believe has fallen under the eternal slumber, but his older counterpart is only tired. He sits on the couch breathing hard and oddly congratulating me. I decide not to help him to sleep but let him go on his own time.
Fast forward--all of the sudden, the old man is ok and takes my brother and me captive in our own home once again. Now it's as if a new dream entirely has started and there are countless new characters, many of whom go to Williams, haha. However, they all have the same thing in common--they are holding me captive with the ultimate plan of killing me.
So long story short, I start picking them off one by one with various household items I just so happen to find.
I wake up just as I'm about to kill the final person with two sharpened pencils I found. All of the sudden, the old man that I once knew as my captor has mysteriously transformed into someone I know here at Williams. However, that doesn't stop me, but before I actually go through with my nefarious deed I wake up.
I know, some of the weirdest shit ever. I'm not too fond of dreams like that.
So it begins in what I assume was an old apartment my family used to live in. The light is dim. Inside the living room sit my brother and I (I think), and leering over us is an older man with a head of hair and beard that are both white. He wears a leather jacket and jeans and he's holding a knife. In the kitchen we can hear another man rummaging through our cupboards, recklessly searching for, what I don't know.
Somehow I end up in the kitchen as well and I see sitting on the counter a small metallic hatchet. I pick it up. It's ergonomic grip fits smoothly into my sweaty hands. I walk back into the living room where I see the two intruders. They are facing away from me. My heart races and I try to lose myself in the moment. I let the hatchet take the lead. First it visits the younger man's back, then his head. Next all of the sudden there appears a knife in my hand. I again let the instrument take the lead as it visits the older man's chest and stomach.
The strange thing is, that in this ballet of carnage there is no blood. In the sites where these instruments visited there lay only graceful lines of red.
The younger man I believe has fallen under the eternal slumber, but his older counterpart is only tired. He sits on the couch breathing hard and oddly congratulating me. I decide not to help him to sleep but let him go on his own time.
Fast forward--all of the sudden, the old man is ok and takes my brother and me captive in our own home once again. Now it's as if a new dream entirely has started and there are countless new characters, many of whom go to Williams, haha. However, they all have the same thing in common--they are holding me captive with the ultimate plan of killing me.
So long story short, I start picking them off one by one with various household items I just so happen to find.
I wake up just as I'm about to kill the final person with two sharpened pencils I found. All of the sudden, the old man that I once knew as my captor has mysteriously transformed into someone I know here at Williams. However, that doesn't stop me, but before I actually go through with my nefarious deed I wake up.
I know, some of the weirdest shit ever. I'm not too fond of dreams like that.