Sunday, July 24, 2005

NIGHTMARE!

Can't believe I had meat for breakfast after dreaming this:
I dreamed a boy called me and was talking about some type of erectile dysfunction. It was Jim's son. At first I thought it was him, but he said no it's his father. So I talked to Jim and suggested he have sex with me and another woman to arouse him, he said he needed something more but came along anyway. I went home to meet him and a storm had damaged the house we lived in, but when I went inside there was blood everywhere and Mother was no where to be found. I KNEW Jim had killed and eaten her. Some police came along I seemed to be out of their sight the whole time, there was blood everywhere. In one room was a box with dogs and puppies in it, with guts all over them I thought he had mutilated the dogs but it was her. Parts of her. I just kept going room to room, and there was blood on the floors, on the walls, it was macabre. I looked out at one point and so much of the house had been torn away by storm. The police were trying to figure out if the death was storm related, but they couldnt find very much of the body. Then blissfully I woke, fell back to sleep after going to the bathroom. Then dreamt this:
I was in school. A student of some type I guess. Jim and his son and some of his family (apparently all cannibals) had begun to kill people in the school. Again there was blood everywhere. I was in a bathroom and there was blood everywhere and some bodies, an old man came in he was covered in blood and babbling incoherently and carrying a knife. He saw me and would have killed me but I started cleaning the blood off one of the stalls and got away from him and started outside, I wanted to get to my car. My purse was in one of the classrooms though so I kept trying to find a back hall to the classroom to get it so he nor the police wouldnt see me, this time the police were implicating me in with them. I eventually got outside, my car was a red ( no surprise ) station wagon. I woke before I figured out how I was going to get home.

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