MadameDahlia
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Joined: 8/11/2004 From: SoCal aka Hell Status: offline
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I had a nightmare seven nights in a row. It was always nearly identical. A tall, broad human figure would enter through the front door. It would leave the door wide open and continue down the hallway toward my room. While it moved down the hallway it sounded as though something metal scraped along the fake wood floor. The person/creature would stop at my doorway and look in. I would never see its face. However I would see myself (viewed as though a camera were mounted on the ceiling). There was a "me" laying in bed, asleep. And there was a second "me" standing up across the room from my bed. The second "me" was awake... and screaming. But try as she might she was unable to project her voice. She would gesture frantically, but her feet seemed cemented to the floor - so she was always unable to alert the sleeping me to a potential threat. I would typically wake up sometime after that. On the 8th night the dream changed. The figure came through the front door and closed the door shut behind it this time. Again it would walk down the hall, something metal scraping the floor. Again it paused and waited. However this time the lights on my stereo, cable box and computer provided enough light for the screaming "me" to see the person's features. The person's face was like a tragedy mask. Their eyes were like clear marbles pressed into the mask. It looked as though blood was being drizzled over the marbles inside the person's head... so that it dripped down the back side slowly. The blood continued to drip until the marbles had turned red. Once the marbles were completely red it looked as though the person had begun to cry blood. It then lifted what it carried high above its head, hefting what I could now see to be an axe. Firmly grasping the tool with both hands, it brought the blade of the axe down swiftly. The screaming "me" watched as the head of the sleeping "me" fell apart in two halves. Blood flowed then, staining the pillow and the sheets. It continued to drip... a seemingly endless flow. The person smiled, revealing jagged teeth and pulled the door of the room shut. It sounded as though it had locked it from the outside (which is impossible). The screaming "me" watches in horror as the blood flows quickly. It pools at her feet, slowly climbing up over her toes. And then her feet... moving past her ankles. She finally finds her voice... I wake with a scream. After that dream I stopped having them.
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Insanity -- a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world. --R. D. Laing "Oh, but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away."
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