Monster

Sometimes in life, I sit and say to myself, why would you do that when you know it's stupid.. Apparently dream me has the same stupidity in her... This dream I have no idea about, all I know is, Freddy Kruegar doesn't stand a chance against my mind.

27th July, 2011: Monsters

I was waiting for a friend to pick me up, and I could feel that feeling of dread creeping up inside my stomach. I knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason, I figured I had already committed to it so I should go along with it. This definitely wasn’t my brightest idea. The car pulled up and I got in. I said hi to the guy sitting next to me and we drove to a café. I got out and we sat and had a coffee, catching up. He told me he had just broken up with his girlfriend and I asked what happened. He launched into the story and I promptly tuned out to, looking at the people around me. I realised it was getting late and asked him to drop me home.  He got a strange look on his face and then walked to the car. Instead of taking the right turn, he turned left into a dark street which was surrounded simply by dirt. I assumed this was a construction site, and dream me knew I’d been here before, and nothing good ever came from here.  I looked at him, and his face seemed darker. He started giving me the, I didn’t invite you to coffee as a friend speech and that he would get what he wanted. I hated when people got like this, I could feel the hatred building mixed slightly with fear. I grasp my bag harder in my right hand, opened the door while the car was moving, and jumped out. I started heading back towards the lights on the road. He came after me, grabbing at my legs and tripping me over. I kicked hard and felt my foot connect with his face. I heard him swear as I scrambled up and ran towards the street. I dodged the cars and landed in a square which was filled with stalls and small carts selling food. I ran through there, asking for someone to help me, but not many people seemed to notice I was standing there. Across the square I could see the guy; he was just standing there, watching me, a strange smile on his face. I turned down an alley way and ran into a girl, someone I thought I knew.  I quickly explained to her what had happened and she told me we had to go out there. We went into the crowd, behind me a small group of people were building. He was standing there, a small group surrounding him as well. He walked up to me and grabbed at my wrist. What I imagine to be a shooting pain went through arm, and I lashed out hard. He kicked me in the ribs, still holding onto my wrist. One of the girls behind me got angry and charged at him. Soon enough there was fighting going on everywhere. Frustrated at feeling weak, I lashed out, hard, my fist connecting with the side of his jaw. He let go of my wrist and I kicked him hard in the stomach. He slumped over; I brought my first down hard on his skull. There was a loud noise as my fist connected with his head, and then he slumped to the ground, passed out. My arms were killing me and before I knew it I was sitting on the side of a fountain being checked over. The paramedic checking me over informed me I had a broken wrist and bruised ribs and I probably shouldn’t do anything strenuous. Then he smiled at me and said, “we both know that won’t happen though…”

After the attack my friends insisted on taking me to see a psychologist. We walked into the office and the three of us had a joint session. We each got to take a turn discussing an issue, none of which actually had anything to do with the events that had just occurred. I sighed, listening to my friend talk about her problems, using up pretty much all the time since she was self-centred like that. After we finished the psych told us she’d like to see us all again, and I told her that wouldn’t be happening since I was getting on a flight in a few days to go home. She handed me a card “just in case” and we headed out the door. The place we were in was dark and the trees seemed to cling to the night air. They were all bare so I assumed it must have been winter, even if it didn’t feel that cold. A strange smell seemed to drift across the breeze and I got another bad feeling in my stomach.  The parking lot was completely secluded and my friend gave me a look which translated to, can we just get on with this I’m tired. She walked over to the car and stuck her key in the door, only to have Freddy Kruegar appear behind her and cut her arm off. She screamed as he stabbed her with his knives. I sighed for a second, thinking this couldn’t be happening and walked over to a tree. Hanging from one of the branches was a machete. I picked it up and walked over to Kruegar. I took a swing and beheaded him, laughing to myself at how my head was probably too scary for him to handle. I kicked his head aside and looked to my other friend. I handed her the car keys and told her to get out of there because something worse was coming. I watched as the trail of blood from Kruegar’s beheaded body appeared to move towards the trees. I sighed and had an awful feeling that whatever was coming next, I probably wouldn’t be able to beat. From the trees came a large man, if that’s what you could call it. He had no mouth, just eyes that seemed to fixate on something and destroy it. He was two, maybe three times taller than me, and made completely of muscle. He pushed trees over as if they were nothing more than a tooth pick sitting up in the dirt. He came at me and tossed me aside. I hit the tree to the left of me hard, landing on my wrist which still hadn’t healed properly.  It went into the house and I could hear people screaming, and I knew right then and there, there was nothing I could do to stop this thing. Getting onto my bike I started to ride down the back streets, heading for a friend’s place who I was hoping would be able to help me. I got a call and I took it as I was riding, avoiding the obstacles which seemed to appear. I could hear the creature coming behind me, knocking over houses as it went, however I couldn’t hear any screams... it was as if the world had gone silent or everyone disappeared. My friend told me I needed to get to his as soon as I could, otherwise there would be little hope left. The creature was getting closer and closer, until it swiped at my back wheel, sending the bike from underneath me sprawling across the road. I landed hard with a thump and rolled along the pavement. I heard a swear word as my friend came out with a rocket launcher and launched one at the creature’s face. I got up and scrambled over to where he was, only to find myself staring face to face with a smaller version of the creature in his place. The creature spoke that I had to hurry, however I stared at what used to be my friend confused. The creature lunged again, throwing the smaller one against the road, spikes began to appear leading up to the smaller creature until it was impaled. I grabbed the spike protruding from the creature’s chest; it burned my hand as I touched it. Without so much as a flicker, I ran at the creature, sticking the spike into its leg. It hit the floor, hard, making everything shake. Large holes began to appear along the road, and I ran in an attempt not to fall in. Unfortunately I was too slow to get there and the floor caved beneath me. Grabbing onto the edge as I fell I clung on with all my strength to avoid the dark black that awaited me below. The blood from the creatures leg seemed to crawl towards me, slow at first, and then gaining more and more speed the closer it got. I didn’t want it touching me so I tried to move my hands, however I had little choice. I was either going to have to find out what happened if it got to me, or fall into the darkness. The blood reached my hand and began to sting my wrist where the breakage was. It was ice cold and my hand instantly reacted to get away. I could feel myself falling, but there was no point, the blood was on me and was wrapping itself around me. I could feel the cold against my bruised rib. It seemed to feel better against it; however I couldn’t shake the feeling of disgust as it encompassed me. I seemed to fall faster for a second, and then I slowed to a float. Reaching the bottom there was darkness around me and I peered into it, for the first time that day, unafraid. I could see red eyes looking back at me and I walked towards it. I could hear voices telling me to stop, the guy who attacked me, the self-centred girl, the psychologist, the friend and a thousand others I could barely make out. But I didn’t listen. I walked into the darkness, following only the red eyes I could make out. And then I woke up.

Ghost Prison

This dream.. took forever to write out.. So much so, I left some of it out because it was just getting too much. I hate that my brain needs soo much detail and yet I can never quite get the imagery out right. Anyways here we go:

26th Jult 2011: Ghost Prison

I was standing in the backyard of my grandfather’s house. The parents were in the house, sitting around the dining room table, or should I say two dining room tables which were shoved together so all of them could sit around and eat and chat like they usually did. There were three strange guys standing around me, taking photos of everything in the backyard, despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Over to the left, I could see some of my cousins standing around outside, watching a tv which was showing an event that was happening. It was meant to be a “life changing event” that would be recorded for all of history, but for some reason, I didn’t feel like watching it. Excusing myself, I started towards the back steps. One of the guys grabbed my arm and started going off in some language.  I rolled my eyes and told them, I’d be back I was just going to grab another drink. I lifted the red UDL can in my hand and drowned it quickly to show it was empty. He let go and I walked inside. Everyone seemed to be talking and eating, which didn’t seem that strange for a family gathering. I walked over to the esky and pulled out another two drinks, one green, and one red and then headed towards the bathrooms. I put the drinks on the table and went into the toilet, noticing a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and into the actual bathroom and washed my hands. Again I heard a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and pulled open both doors to the linen closet. The noise seemed to get slightly louder. I looked upwards, only to see a panel swing open and my sister’s head pop out. She motioned me to be quiet and to come up. I turned to check no one saw me, grabbed the drinks and climbed up on the shelves of the cupboard and through the panel, which was a tight squeeze. The room I was in looked more like an attic. It was barely lit up and I could just make out shapes. My sister closed the panel behind her and told me not to make too much noise, because everyone would hear it and work out where we had been hiding. I scanned the room and noticed two other people up there, I was pretty sure they were my older cousins. Taking a closer look around the room I noticed stacks all around the room. There was toilet paper, cans of drinks, bottles of drinks, packet of chips and lollies as well as different assorted foods, all grouped throughout the attic. I sat down, and my cousins told me they’d found this place one day after hearing a strange noise and decided to keep it stocked in case they ever got annoyed and needed to go somewhere. I liked that idea, but told them I had to go down to grab my phone.  I climbed down and went into the first bedroom to grab my phone, which for some reason was just sitting on the bed. I walked back to the cupboard, only to see my uncle come back. He had a strange look on his face. I pretended to walk into the bathroom to wash my hands. I could feel him watching me, and then he turned into the second bedroom and closed the door. Quickly I climbed up the ladder, only this time the panel felt tighter. I was trying to squeeze through, and my sister was calling for me to hurry but my foot appeared to be caught on something I couldn’t see. My cousin grabbed my hand and pulled me hard and I squeeze through. He said that the wood had been shifting and it seemed to get tighter and tighter. I asked how we would leave if that was the case and he showed me another latch at the back of the house. I could hear my cousin B yelling my name. I held my breath, hoping he hadn’t seen me while my foot was stuck. Unfortunately he had seen me and yelled for me to come down. I climbed down from the place, sliding the panel back into place and my cousin had a go at me for leaving him outside with the “freaks”.  My other cousins came up behind him (the ones who didn’t know about the attic) and began to ask where I was and ask 3000 questions. I backed up into the family room, where they told the adults what had happened, and they proceeded to kick me out of the house.

 Standing on the balcony, I noticed the wind had picked up and it was raining, hard. The wind pushed the rain inwards and I started to get wet, despite being under cover. I slammed my fist against the door demanding they let me back inside, but the door didn’t open, there were no footsteps, or noise coming from the house. I swore as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. I headed out into the rain and headed next door where I could hear a tv on faintly. I knocked on the door and it swung open by itself.  I stepped inside, out of the rain. I took off my jacket it and hung it by the door, attempting to dry myself. A lady appeared with a towel and handed it to me. I dried myself off and handed the towel back to her thanking her. She told me to make myself at home, with a strange smile on her face. I headed down the corridor, heading for the noise of the tv. The first door opened into a small bedroom, scarcely furnished.  The window wasn’t open but the curtains seemed to move gently by themselves. I closed the door and headed to the next one. The next door lead to a small dining room with wooden chairs and tables which looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time judging by the dust which covered the face of it. Turning the corner I came to another door. I turned the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. I turned to walk away when I felt something shift behind me. I turned to see an iron fly screen door was standing in its place and the original wooden door was slightly open.  I thought I saw something pass in the door way and I stood there staring at it for a moment. I reached for the door when the lady hurled herself round the corner and screamed no. I instantly dropped my hand, and she grabbed my wrists. She told me I was to never ever, go into that room or open the door. I pulled my arms away and turned away to continue down the corridor. I finally came to the room where I could hear the tv, I pushed the door open and saw a large room furnished only with a black couch, a small tv, a game console and a table filled with leftover packets of chips and such. A boy was slouched on the black couch playing some shooter game on the screen. He motioned to the seat and told me to help myself to anything on the table. I scanned the food but didn’t feel hungry so I sat back. He asked me if I checked out the room yet, I shook my head and told him that the lady had stopped me before I got in. He looked at me for a second and described the lady who had let me in. I nodded, and he paused the game to stare at me. He then grinned at me and said “well, you’re fucked then” I didn’t understand so I got up to walk away when I heard the slam of a door.  I turned and headed in that direction. The iron fly screen banged freely against the frame. As I got closer I noticed the wooden door was wide open. Standing in the door way I grabbed hold of the iron fly screen to stop it crashing against the frame, and stared into a small dark room with only a small window in the far distance. The curtains blew wildly from the wind and I could hear the rain falling outside. In the middle of a room I saw something blurry moving against the darkness. I watched it come closer and closer, becoming more defined with each passing second.  Standing before me was a girl the same height as me. She seemed pale and her blonde hair had been cropped and sat just below her chin. She had icy blue eyes and she gave me a soul chilling smile. I turned and ran out of the house.

Outside the rain had stopped and everything seemed very still. I headed back to my grandparents’ house only to see the door was open. I walked through the house, which was eerily silent and still. All the rooms were dark and no one seemed to be anywhere. I could hear the faint noise of dripping coming from the bathroom.  I had a dreaded feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew somehow, that everyone was gone and they wouldn’t be coming back. Walking outside a girl was standing on the porch. In her hand she was holding a cat-o-nine tail whip in her hand. Each piece of the whip was red in colour and reminded me of fire. I walked over to her and she told me we had to put “it” back into its prison and she knew she should have put the lady in there too. She walked down the steps of the balcony and threw me up a large stick which was white in colour. I grabbed it and headed down the stairs with her. We walked back into the house, it was dark and cold. I could feel fingertips running down my arms and back, making my hair stand on end. The girl told me to stand in the doorway, in case anything tried to get past her. I stood there, the door opened just enough for me to slip out and slam the door closed if it was needed. I heard a noise, a thud, and then saw the girl come running at me. Behind her I could see the pale girl; she lunged at the girl and disappeared inside her. Next thing I knew, pieces of red filled the room like someone had ripped up a thousand sheets of paper into tiny pieces and thrown them up in the air. I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Heading back for the balcony I found a large puzzle board sitting on the floor. A guy was leaning over it; he kept telling me I had to block the ghost from entering. He pulled out some salt and laid it over the driveway between the two houses.  Unfortunately this had no effect as the girl walked through it. We closed the door behind us and he kept muttering something about grave dirt, how we needed grave dirt. Confused he pulled out a map of the other house and pointed to the front car port. There, we need to get it there. I looked at the map, and saw the girl crossing the lawn. “How the fuck do you suppose we get there?” I said to him, and he pointed to the back. He handed me what looked like a long screwdriver and told me to go out the back, he’d take care of the rest.  I snuck out the back and over the fence, looking at the map I saw the spot he meant and began picking up dirt off the ground and placing it in a small brown satchel which happened to appear by my side. I saw the boy from the room, he was pointing at something on the ground. I went over there and began putting the dirt from there, a strange mixture of brown, red and grey, into the bag as well. I found a skull and dropped it, and headed back for the house. When I got to the house, it was ice cold inside. The door was wide open and the guy was nowhere to be seen. The puzzle lay on the floor, all the pieces thrown across the room. I dumped the grave dirt onto the ground in front of the door, hoping it would keep the girl out. I could feel something behind me, turning I saw the outline of the guy who was helping me. He kept pointing at the puzzle and the dirt, confused I picked up the puzzle board and looked closely at it. The puzzle was more like the image of the events currently occurring. I could see a little me, kneeling looking at it, and the flickering image of the guy behind me. I could see puzzle pieces everywhere and the ghost girl moving around outside on the lawn. I began picking up the pieces and putting them back into place, with each bit, the girl seemed to slow down, however I wasn’t fast enough. I ran to the door and slammed it as she approached. I searched through the chairs but couldn’t find the piece. Suddenly the door began to shake. I could hear pounding on it, I kept looking. Nothing still. The door shook harder; I waited for it to burst from the frame. Then the girl passed through the door. The same chilling grin on her face, and in her palm, was the final puzzle piece. I remember looking into her ice blue hands and she plunged them into my chest. Then I woke up.

Fire and Lakes

This isn't my usual kind of dream. There isn't anything revolting or a monster... well not quite a monster. I can't quite describe it but I figured, a dream is a dream, even if it isn't a nightmare =P. So here is something a little bit different from normal.

22nd July, 2011: Fire and Lakes
The sun was beating down on the cracked brown earth where I was laying. I could make out the deep blue of the sky and rolled over onto my stomach. The grass nearby had been turned brown by the heat that had come over the summer. I was lying by the pool, listening to music when I heard the cars start up. The boys were up to their old tricks and took off way to quickly down the old driveway. I rolled my eyes as the cloud of dust they had brought up slowly settled by my side and stood up to brush the dust off my white dress. One of the boys stopped to give me a grin, he was about to climb on a deep chestnut horse and take off after the other boys who’d taken off in individual cars. He asked if I was coming down to the lake with them, and that he’d race us. I smiled and said I’d beat them there, running down the path. I could hear the slap of my thongs on the ground as I ran up the driveway, the wind slowly slipping past my hair. The guy rode up quickly on the horse and grinned as he rode past me. Turning right at the end of the drive way we headed into the paddock, the grass brown and dead from the long summer’s heat. I could make out the cars up ahead, one bright green, one bright purple, a red and a white. The guys were laughing as they got to the lake. For some reason, I had no trouble keeping up with them, despite being on foot the entire time. When they got to the lake, rather than demounting, the boy on the horse dove into the lake and began to swim across. I followed after, diving into the murky brown water. I swam across just behind him when the boys in the cars all drove into the water, doing the same thing. I scrambled onto the banks of the other side and we continued down towards the Cliffside. The cars over took me, and so did the boy on the horse until they came to a sudden halt. I skidded as I tried to stop myself falling over the side of the cliff, the boy on the horse grabbing at my dress and yanking me back before I flew over. The cars screeched and in the distance, I saw a large spark. We stood there for a moment, looking into the distance, attempting to make out the spark. It seemed to come closer and closer until we could make out the distinct pattern of fire heading our way. Abandoning the cars, we began to head back towards the lake, in a hope that diving into the water would stop us being burned. The run back seemed to take forever, dodging and ducking through branches, the sun beating down hotter and hotter, or perhaps it was the first that was on our tails, which seemed to move and burn in the same directions we were travelling at, nipping at our feet just to remind us it was there. I saw the water and took a deep breath, diving into the luke warm water.  I could hear splashes behind me, one, two, three… but no forth. I rose to the surface to see the boy in the bright purple car engulfed in flames. He screamed out and then he wasn’t there anymore. The fire had reached the banks and taking another breath I dove underneath the protection of the water. I could make out the silhouettes of the other boys. I began to lose air, but could make out the fire crossing over the top of the water, seeming unfazed by the water beneath.  I began to rise, but the boy on the horse grabbed my arms and held me down. I began to feel light headed, my lungs screamed to allow air in, and finally he released me. I rose to the surface and took in a deep gulp of air. The fire had just passed by in front of me, sitting on the surface and continued forward down the lake.

I looked at the boy and thanked him for keeping me down, because if he hadn’t, surely I would have been burned like the other boy. He looked at me, and said “don’t thank me yet” as I felt a tug on my leg. I looked down and in the water was a kid, who seemed to be trying to reach the top. Putting my arms down I helped him to the surface only to receive what can only be described as an electric shock course through my body. I looked up on the bridge and a strange man was standing there, his face shadowed by the broad hat he was wearing. He pointed at the child, and the next thing I knew the child was in his arms. He began to wrap the child in fishing net, over and over and over, before throwing the child into the water, where he was caught by a rip. The man smiled cruelly and said “let’s see you beat this one”. I swam for the child who began to sink under water, however with each passing wave in the water; I felt another electric shock course through my body. The waves pulled the boy further and further along the lake, the boys swam alongside me to help the kid. I watched as with each passing stroke, we all seemed to be shocked by the same invisible electric current. Reaching the child, one of the boys grabbed the net and instantly began to be shocked. I could see the waves of electricity coursing through him as he opened his mouth to scream, but it was only filled with water. He looked at me for a second, then his eyes became lifeless, he lay there clinging to the net, unmoving. The child smiled and then disappeared completely. I floated there for a minute, staring and trying to comprehend what had just happened. One of the boys pulled on my arm and began to drag me up stream. When we reached up stream, there was an old wooden dock bobbing in the water. We pulled ourselves up onto the dock, exhausted and gasping for air. The guy looked over at me and said “what the fuck was that?” I shook my head, unable to comprehend what was actually going on when I got a feeling of extreme dread. The dock lead into the forest and I had a feeling there was something darker waiting for us in there. Standing up I looked into the forest, seeing only shadows darting from one tree to another. I took a deep breath and stepped into the shadows. It was cold. I felt the shadows cling to me, blocking out any sunlight on my skin and then felt a tug. I landed hard on my back. I felt something grab at my leg and begin dragging me. Deeper and deeper into the forest I seemed to be pulled, unable to cling onto anything to stop this propulsion. The forest got darker and darker until I couldn’t see in front of me. I could hear a strange rumble growing louder and louder. Then I woke up.

Movie Massacre

I flopped down on the pull out arm chair, and pulled the lever back to release the foot rest. I shifted in the seat until I was in a more comfortable position between two pillows and then looked over at J who was trying to pick a movie to watch. S was lying on the lounge, a bowl of popcorn in her hands. 'Just pick something' she said to J who was still trying to decide between two dvds. He finally decided and slid the dvd into the dvd player. He grabbed the remote off the top and flopped onto the couch, missing S's feet by on a bit but with enough force to send some popcorn flying across the room onto the floor. S got up and switched the lights off, then laid back onto the couch. J pressed play on the remote. The movie began. I reached over and grabbed a hand full of popcorn, and ate them on at a time as the opening credits ran. "So what did you decide on?" I asked. "twilight zone", he said. 'I felt like something creepy". I laughed and said "so you decided on twilight zone?” He laughed and said "just watch it". The movie started with a guy standing in a lab. He was playing with some chemicals, when a (for lack of a better word) ghost like creature appeared behind him.  I pushed into him and you could see the imprints of the ghost on his skin. It began pushing outwards, stretching his skin outwards away from him. He screamed in agony and I felt a wave of nausea watching the movie. Then the guy appeared fine. He had a strange look on his eye as he walked out of the lab. His assistant was sitting at the computer typing notes. He walked up behind her, she didn't seem to notice, and then he went translucent and went into her, doing the same thing that was done to him, stretching her skin as if he was trying to break out of her. Except she didn't seem fine at the end. Instead he managed to break through the skin and splattered blood across the room. I got up, feeling a bit grossed out to go grab a drink of water. I asked S and J if they wanted anything, and J asked for the chocolate from the cabinet in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of coke from the fridge. I turned to the cabinet and reached for it. The door swung open quickly by itself. I jumped back for a second, then composed myself, grabbed the chocolate off the top shelf, closed the door and headed back inside. I tossed the chocolate across the room at J. I asked him if the door of the cabinet ever opened by itself. He laughed and said he was surprised I could even open it since it always got stuck and he had to yank it really hard. Weird I thought. I leaned back in my chair to peer into the kitchen. I could see the cabinet from where I was sitting. It slowly opened itself again. I turned my attention back to the movie, telling J that the cabinet was opening itself again. He got up and walked towards it, but it was closed. I laughed it off and said I was trying to scare him, even though it had happened. I leaned back in my chair, watching the ghost in the movie rip through a new person. I began to wonder if this movie even had a plot other than gore and ripping people apart. The scene flickered to a house where a girl with dark hair was thrown on the floor as the guy came closer. He seemed to get darker in feel with each person he ripped apart. He reached for her, and I closed my eyes not really wanting to see another splatter fest. 'That was close' I heard next to me. I opened my eyes and turned to my right. On the arm of the chair the girl from the movie was sitting next to me. She smiled at me and said "thanks for getting me out of there. I hate that bit". I looked at her confused when the dvd just went black. It stopped playing. "Fuck" said J as he switched the lights on and went over to the dvd player. He took the dvd out, cleaned it and put it back in. Again it wouldn't play. Frustrated he decided we should head over to the main house for dinner.

I got up, and the movie girl followed me. We walked through the door into a dark backyard. For some reason, I couldn't find my shoes and we started looking for it in the backyard. I headed down towards the corner and found two different shoes, one left, one right, both my sides but opposites. One was blue and the other was black. We continued to look around the old tree. J and S had disappeared down the side of the house and I couldn't see them in the garden. I could hear the tree creaking and a strange wind seemed to be blowing through the tree... but only that tree since nothing else in the garden was moving and I couldn't feel anything. The girl from the movie came up to me and whispered that we should really go inside since she had a bad feeling, similar to the one she felt in the movie. We moved away from the tree, a strange cry seemed to course through the air and we ran for the house. We walked inside and it was warm. The dining room was dimly lit with candles and I could hear the TV in the background. The lady inside the house asked me to go into the front room and ask the guy in the front to come to the table, dinner was almost ready. I walked into the front room. The TV was playing the same movie, with another girl standing in a park as the man dove into her skin from behind her. Her clothes seemed to stretch forward as he pushed through her. She screamed as her clothes stretched further and further in front of her, revealing the impression of his face. Then instead of bursting through, it appeared to be sucked back inside. The shot panned upwards to her face. I was staring at my own face in the movie. Movie me smiled and pointed behind me then the screen went black. I turned around, nothing was there. I told the guy watching the movie dinner was almost ready. We headed to the table and sat down. There was a lot of food on the table, and the candles seemed to just light up enough of the room to make out people's faces. The movie girl sat next to me as everyone began to eat. There were two seats spare for J and S who would "be along shortly" according to the lady who had been cooking. Everyone started eating when the guy next to me started to make a big deal about having to sit next to me. I flashed him an angry look, as he started complaining about how it women should eat the left overs, and that we were all dumb. He continued on and on and I chose to ignore it, until he began to shove me every time he made a point. I started getting mad, but tried to keep it under control until he shoved me hard, almost pushing me off the chair. I screamed at him that I had two degrees and I was smarter than he would ever be, considering that all he did was sit on his butt and watch TV while his wife went out and made the money since he was inadequate. He looked shocked at me for a second then grabbed my hand and the steak knife off the table. His face went red as he called me a "bitch" and he'd teach me a lesson. Red flashed in front of my eyes for a second, then he began to scream. I watched as something stretched through him, bursting through his skin. I saw the impression of a girl's face that looked quite a bit like mine, but slightly different. Suddenly the whole room was screaming and blood began to splatter onto the walls. I closed my eyes, and curled up into a ball to avoid seeing it all. The screaming began to die down until all I could hear was the flicker of the candles. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see the girl from the movie. 'Did you have to do that? Now we have to clean this up and leave here... I was starting to like this place to. Tell me you still have you fake passport". I looked at her confused for a second. She sighed and said "don't pretend you don't know what's going on. This happens every time and now we have to start all over again." I looked to the door to S and J walking up the steps. I pointed it out to her, she looked at me and said “so are we going to run or are you going to take care of them as well? Whats two more bodies considering the mess you've made?" I wasn't sure what to do, but I heard the door click as they turned the handle. Then I woke up.

Totem Animals

10th July, 2011 : Totem Animals

I was standing in the night, looking up at the sky. There was a boy with me and we were looking at the stars. I could hear the faint chirps of crickets in the background and the smell of the sea drifting in with the wind. I could hear a slight humming coming from the water and headed over there. The boy, my brother, yelled after me, telling me not to go down there. Stupidly I didn't listen and was hit by something in the head. I fell into the water and felt something swarm on top of me. I was pulled under. Then I was seeing myself from above. I could see myself being pulled further and further down, the only indication, the white of my shirt as it seemed to disappear underneath black... Then I bobbed up, lying in the water. My brother was yelling something but he couldn't move forward, as if blocked by  a shield.

Next thing I knew I was sitting at a table with two friends, who were joking about something. They asked me if I had dazed off again... and I wasn't sure but I smiled and joined the conversation. After a while, my brother walked up and sat next to me, he dropped a bag on the table, threw me a grin and pulled a drink out of it and tossed me one. We all started gossiping when a few people walked towards us into the woods. I had a chilling sensation down my back, and cast my eyes over there. I had a strange sensation of seeing shadows following them, small shadows which didn't appear to be anything at first, but which changed into outlines of images I couldn't quite recognise. My brother looked over in the direction I was looking at and put his hand on my shoulder, "don't" he said. I looked at the guy sitting opposite me, he must have understood the look because he swore under his breath and stood up. "Let's get this over with" he said as he walked over and helped me up. My brother and the girl stood up and followed us, as we headed for the woods. We passed a strange looking manhole cover which I stopped to peer down at. It had a lot of gaps, formed in a strange pattern. The guy took my hand and pulled me away from it, launching into an old ghost story about the sewer system underneath, and how many people were murdered down there, and that their spirits lay uneasy, Shaking the idea from my head, we continued through the forest. A strange sensation of being watched and followed by shadows filled me as we headed deeper and deeper in. The voices of the group who had headed in there before seemed to grow softer and softer the further we travelled in.  Finally we came do a dark street, lined with houses. We walked along the dimly lit pathway, stopping at each house to glance at the buildings. Each house had a strange feel to it, nothing felt quite right, and I noticed shadowed animals on the front lawn of certain places. I had an uneasy feeling at each of the houses, until I came to a two story, old Victorian home, with a sold sign nailed to the rusty black gate. We opened the gate and walked onto the front path. This place felt good, almost like home. My brother shifted an uneasy look across the street at the neighbours who were standing on their porch watching us. I walked up to the door, and reached for the handle. Before I could touch it, the door swung open slowly. The hallway lead to a staircase leading upwards, with what appeared to be a kitchen behind it. To the left was a large living room, stacked with a few old boxes, old furniture covered in dust and a musty smell. I stepped onto the wooden floor of the house and it creaked. Stepping through the door way, fully into the house, I noticed small shadows on the floor coming towards me. The seemed to form the shapes of snakes slithering across the floor at me. Startled I jumped back only to realise the entire house and lawn had these snakes on it. They crawled up my legs and around my arms, however they didn't harm me. I stood on the porch and looked down the street. It seemed all the houses had a variation of shadowed creatures. My brother sighed and said, "you had to get us into this again didn't you?" I looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying. A shadow snake weaved its way through my hair and dropped in front of me. It's eyes glowed yellowed as it looked into me.

I was taken back to the night in the lake. Around me were different shadowed creatures, climbing on top of me, pushing me under the water, deeper and deeper I went. Slowly the shadowed creatures seemed to disappear into me, A sharp sensation filling me as each one entered. Lastly was a snake, which curled itself around my arm and burned as it passed through my skin. I lost consciousness and floated to the top, where I saw my brother pull me out. He lay me on the ground and I opened my eyes, coughing up water, I couldn't see shadows however I felt different... then I couldn't remember a thing.

Standing back at the house I looked down the street. I could see all the people looking at me, the animals turning, a strange expression on their faces. Then in a rush they all began to come at me. My brother and the guy pushed me into the house, the slammed the door hard behind them, trying to barricade it with the bookshelf off to the side. I could hear slamming at the door. The snake weaving into my hair dropped down again, this time it came close and close to my face. I closed my eyes and screamed as a burning sensation hit my forehead. I dropped to the ground. The guy came over, to see if I was okay. When I opened my eyes, I blinked. He didn't look the same. The house didn't look the same. "Where am I? Who are you?" I asked. He looked at me with a shock on his face "it's me.." I pushed him out of the way and threw the door open. Standing on the lawn were millions of shadow creatures, they seemed to go on for miles. They sat, waiting... My brother stood next to me and said "I tried to keep you from this you know... guess it runs in the family". I looked at him as the shadows crept up to us. I could feel a burning sensation all over, then I woke up.

Blood and Blindness

I know it's been a while since I update, and I have a huge back log of dreams to type up... which won't get done. I've just been too busy between being in Melbourne and working wayyy too often. Anyways this morning I woke up from a dream that I had to type up.

6th July 2011: Blood and Blindness

I was sitting in my parents car. We were driving along the road, and the traffic on the road was terrible. We were trying to get to my doctors house (which realistically isn't a house, it's a surgery up the road from my house, but in the dream seemed very far away). My dad swore at the traffic and told me we weren't going to turn off at the usual turn, instead we were going to go up, and then down the secondary street, since the traffic there was usually a lot quieter and hopefully, wouldn't have traffic. As we sat in the car, waiting for the traffic to move and crawling along the way, the topic of blood type came up. I asked my parents if they knew what mine was, but they had no idea, since they were both different from one another. I decided when we got to the doctors, I was going to ask to have it done. As we drove along, I noticed the car behind us, looked exactly like our one. Turning my head, so I was facing the rear of the car, I looked into the second one, and noticed that the car was identical to ours... and so were the people in it. I lifted my hand to wave, and so did the duplicate of me. Weird I thought. My dad made a sharp turn, and stopped outside of the doctors. He told me to go in, get what was done and meet them later.

I walked into my doctor's house, which seemed darker and yet cleaner than before. She had me lay back on a bed as she grabbed a needle. She told me this would be quick, and she'd send my blood away to determine my blood type. I felt a prick as I closed my eyes, and then it was over. She did this several times, each time, putting the needle in a different spot on my arm. When I opened my eyes, she was holding up the container, a strange look on her face. I looked at the vials, and the blood seemed too watery, almost like diluted cordial. She said that didn't look right, and then started mention blood type C, and then C05 whatever that meant. She said she'd try it again, only this time she'd go slower. She positioned the needle, again I felt a prick and then a sucking sensation. This time the vial appeared to be filled with blood, which she quickly sealed and put into an envelope. She told me to get up, and the room spun a little. Blood continued to fall down my arm, and I looked around confused. She handed me a bandaid and told me I had to go. I quickly put the bandaid on my arm so it wouldn't stain my white shirt, and placed my envelope on the mantel with the other letters. As I turned the door handle, standing in front of me, was the duplicate me. She had a strange smile on her face, as she pushed me hard.

I landed hard on the ground, in a place I had never seen before. There was a horse standing next to me, which told me to quickly get on if I ever wanted to go home. I climbed onto the horse and it began to ride, searching for something, which I couldn't see. I noticed that most things appeared to be a blur to me, except the horse, and the horse walked slowly along the ground, as if careful not to trip on anything. I kept looking for something, barely making out shapes amongst the red and brown hue that seemed to surround this place. The place it self felt heavy and I remember being disgusted by the smell. We approached a place that seemed to be even more barren than where we were standing. There was small traces of water lining bits, and I noticed a distinctive silver glare over some of it, and the movement of something large. "Basilisk" the horse sent to my mind. "We shouldn't go this way" it sent. I had a feeling we had to, and I urged the horse forward, instruction it not to step on any of the water, and to keep it's eyes forward or towards the sky. I stared forward, attempting to avoid looking at the movement which caught my peripheral vision. I could feel something close, when the horse stopped moving. I urged it forward. Nothing. I looked down and the horse appeared glass like under me. I climbed down, and touched it. It was cold and lifeless. All of a sudden a tail came out of no where and shattered the horse into pieces in front of me. I turned to run, trying not to fall into the small pools of water which seemed to be littered everywhere. I could feel things moving around me, and then I felt something large pass under the ground beneath me. I threw myself against a large rock, covering my eyes, as I felt bits of rock fall against me. I felt myself being hurled through the air, and my back smacked hard into what I imagined to be another rock surface. I turned, my hands grabbed at the rock and I began to climb up it, hoping to get away from whatever was underneath. Again I felt myself being tossed like a rag doll, this time landing on a flat piece of rock. I opened my eyes, and climbed up the larger bit of rock. I could feel something watching me. When I finally got to the top, I could see a dull shape coming up on my left. I closed my eyes and held on. In  the distance I heard a yell, and the sound of a gun. I opened my eyes in that direction and saw a guy running towards me. He held a gun in his hand which he shot sporadically in the air to scare the creature off. He got to the rock and climbed up towards me. The creature appeared right behind him. I stupidly looked at it, and felt my feet slowly start to turn into glass. Unable to look away, I watched as the creature grabbed at the man. Instead of screaming, the guy put his hands over the cloth to block light and offered a trade. The basilisk stopped. The glass was up to my thighs at this stage and it too stopped moving upwards. The basilisk and the man appeared to talk, and then, the guy removed the cloth from his eyes. The basilisk then proceeded to pull his eyes out slowly. The guy screamed and on completion of the removal of both eyes, dropped him on the top of the rock alongside me. The glass around me shattered, and my legs were back. I ran over to the guy, who'd put the cloth over his empty sockets. The creature dove through the rock floor, and disappeared. I helped the guy up, who smiled and said, "good thing this is a dream huh?" and I said I guess. He pointed to the horizon and asked me what I saw. The sky was red and both the moon and sun were out, sitting along the top of the water. I described it to him, and he smiled saying he wish he could see it. I asked if they hurt, he said a bit, but it would be over. I asked what next? And he turned to face me and said "Let's hope that bitch of yours doesn't come back, because we're both blind, we don't have a horse, and I guarantee that Basilisk will be back". Then I woke up to the sound of my alarm.