Oooookay then...
... just woke up from one of the more fucked up dreams I've had in months.
I was in a basement, with very little lightning. Very sparsely furnished. The basement was locked up tight, windows locked and the outside world cut off from the tv in the corner. I was there... with two other women. They seemed familiar to me. We were there against our will, held by someone I can only guess was, and I knew this in the dream as well, as "Jigsaw", the man from Saw.
Yet he was something else. His body seemed to made of stone as no knife would pierce his skin. I should know I tried to stab him many times. He was... scary. Big strong indomitable, a massive presence. And... he was forcing us to do things, to become his acolyte. And my head is far scarier than "Saw" will ever be I guarantee that.
He took us into the bathroom to show us the futility of escape. Somehow he raised the basement out of the ground, to find us in some sort of quarry. And then raised a load of stone steps out of the floor itself, standing astride it. And then he continued the brutality against us to try and bring out our inner sadist.
When he focussed on one of the women... I attacked him with something blunt and heavy. And as I battered him, he somehow became small... resembled a fleshy foetal cat that I had in my hand. Some... other fucked up stuff happened as he recovered and I had to beat him down again. We opened the bathroom window and escaped.
All this time I had the Jigsaw in my hand. Until I realised I didn't. This man that was at the quarry and me went back into the basement to find and subdue the Jigsaw. He went in first and as I was climbing in, I heard this snarling feral animal sound and looked up to see the Jigsaw recovered, feral and charging at the new guy. Attacking him with such violence and savagery that it freaked me the fuck out so much I woke up and wondered.
What in the fuck.
I was in a basement, with very little lightning. Very sparsely furnished. The basement was locked up tight, windows locked and the outside world cut off from the tv in the corner. I was there... with two other women. They seemed familiar to me. We were there against our will, held by someone I can only guess was, and I knew this in the dream as well, as "Jigsaw", the man from Saw.
Yet he was something else. His body seemed to made of stone as no knife would pierce his skin. I should know I tried to stab him many times. He was... scary. Big strong indomitable, a massive presence. And... he was forcing us to do things, to become his acolyte. And my head is far scarier than "Saw" will ever be I guarantee that.
He took us into the bathroom to show us the futility of escape. Somehow he raised the basement out of the ground, to find us in some sort of quarry. And then raised a load of stone steps out of the floor itself, standing astride it. And then he continued the brutality against us to try and bring out our inner sadist.
When he focussed on one of the women... I attacked him with something blunt and heavy. And as I battered him, he somehow became small... resembled a fleshy foetal cat that I had in my hand. Some... other fucked up stuff happened as he recovered and I had to beat him down again. We opened the bathroom window and escaped.
All this time I had the Jigsaw in my hand. Until I realised I didn't. This man that was at the quarry and me went back into the basement to find and subdue the Jigsaw. He went in first and as I was climbing in, I heard this snarling feral animal sound and looked up to see the Jigsaw recovered, feral and charging at the new guy. Attacking him with such violence and savagery that it freaked me the fuck out so much I woke up and wondered.
What in the fuck.