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Horrific baby killing dreams.

I am not sure why, but last night my sleep sucked I ended up waking up at 4am.

I had a brief dream that consisted of me being in a group of people. My little brother came running up to me (he was 2 or 3 at the time, wearing his light blue footie pajamas). Someone threatened us that if he moved again they would kill him. I realized I was with those people.

He then ran around again, after all he was only two. To prevent the person from harming him I picked him up and set him on his belly and pretended to stomp on him. I didn’t actually impact him, I was just trying to fake hurting him so the other person wouldn’t. I then picked him up and set him on his back. He wasn’t moving, his lips were swollen from being pushed into the floor and I thought he was dead. The thing was I didn’t even touch him with my foot anymore than I would have when I played with him, I nudge my cat with my foot harder than I touched my brother in the dream. I woke up terrified I had just killed my two year old brother.

It sucked as a dream and it sucked I woke up so early. Today is going to doubly suck.

Another night of dreams…

That was annoying, I just wrote this post and dreamwidth lost it.

I had two dreams last night I do remember. They both came in the form of previews.

The first dream dealt with a shack that had wood shingle siding. It was out in the middle of nowhere and seemed to have a full set of windows and doors. I watched as several ladies ran up to the shack, specifically to the power reader (the device on the side of the building that tracks electricity) and then ran inside. I walked up closer and noticed one of the ladies come running up and put quarters into the reader. There was a quarter slot in the center of the reader, evidently, you needed to put quarters in there to turn on the electricity inside.

The dream then switched to inside. It was about the size of a large living room with several washers and dryers. There was also a tv and a couple of couches and chairs, much like an apartment complex’s small laundry room. I noticed the laundry machines were being used, but there seemed to be a lot of sex on top of them with the girls different guys. It was sort of time lapsed and several people coupled (but didn’t see anything too in-depth). It ended with an older blond woman (forties I believe) playing with herself and watching the “screen”.

Honestly, this dream wasn’t bad, its the next one that made me forget my earlier dreams and bothered me enough to post it
Warning, second dream may bother some people:

My second dream I remember was far more horrific. It was a shorter “preview” and when it started I got the feeling I had watched the preview before, but that it didn’t have the horrible parts. I was caught off guard with the more disturbing parts and couldn’t seem to turn away during the preview. The film had that grainy feel of an old home video camera.

It was a path in a forest in the fall. Tree leaves were everywhere, the branches were mostly bare and there was a young boy and girl (8-10 years old). The “preview” zoomed in on the two standing in the middle of the path. They looked scared and the boy had a shovel. Both appeared to be siblings, blond hair, clothing bundled up around them and they huddled close by each other.

That is when both started screaming and running down the path. The dream focused on a large man (probably about my size in comparison to the children). The male ran up to the little girl and pushed her down. She was screaming as he hit her a couple times with a weird farm tool like implement. The hits didn’t kill her, but they dug into her neck. He then started pushing the tool up while it was dug into her neck to slowly pull her head off. She made a gurgling scared sound and then there was a strange sucking sound as she twitched. A this point the dream switched to the little boy running and you could hear the death rattle from the little girl in the distance.

I didn’t know what to do, I wanted so badly to help and the film looked so real that I was now thinking it was a snuff film.

The male caught up with the boy and he got pushed down. The man smashed him in the face several times, but it wasn’t enough to kill the boy. He then took the tool and cut away the flesh around the boy’s mouth and across his cheeks. The boy was just crying and screaming as the skin was pulled off and blood started to pool around the boy’s face as he bled.

That is when I woke up shaking, tears and so angry I couldn’t stop it. It bothered me enough that I had to come out here, sit down and write it out instead of doing my workout.

That sucked.

Dreams

This morning I had a very horrific dream. It started out well enough, I was in some sort of school as a teenager (although with my current memories, and the fact I knew I was married to my wife). My siblings, and wife were all attending. It was one of those hugely large wooden structures with the old school wooden classrooms. There was some sort of lecture we were attending and eventually we had to go back to the dorms (we lived at the school).

Something shifted and I was working for an organization (illegal one) with my dad. I was still going to the school though. Unfortunately one of the teenagers had witnessed something and we had to remove the witness. I tried to talk my dad out of doing it and instead to let me to do it, but he insisted he didn’t want me to do this (my dad in the dream was the father of my childhood, younger, definitely more fit). After awhile I agreed and I set it up so he could remove the witness (16/17 year old male).

When that was done we found we couldn’t move the body, so we had to leave it in the bathroom. That freaked us both out, but we sort of bunkered down in another part of the school. Thats when we saw my little sister go into the bathroom. Next thing I know we here a small caliber pistol shot from the bathroom. I look over at my father and he had a horrified look that I knew I had as well. My first thought was she shot herself.

We raced up to the bathroom and went into the stalls. We opened the middle stall but she wasn’t in it. However, I saw a tiny hand on the floor under the next stall (she would have been 10-13 or so). The most clear thing about that scene was her hand was twitching. I raced to the next stall and stopped for a horrifying second. Then I kicked it open (it was locked) and she was laying there with blood running from the side of her head from a bullet wound. She heard me and moved her head looking at me. She was trying to say something and my last memory of the dream was reaching down, grabbing her tiny little body, picking it up and telling her “it will be ok, I will get you to a hospital”.

It was a pretty fucked up dream…..

Oh, and I was even more thrown off when I woke up because we turned our clocks back an hour last night.

Not so good dream.

Woke up a few minutes ago from a horrible dream. It was some sort of desert island we were on and we were sort of enjoying ourselves. Myself, the wife, and others I know. It was a little like Lost. We kept finding good food all over the island (which wasn’t very big, as in maybe about the size of my apartment (it was bigger, the area we lived and hid in was apartment sized).

Eventually someone came over and they started mocking and then threatening us. I eventually had to stop hiding and I came out. A fight broke out and I beat him very badly, and I couldn’t stop myself. I kept kicking on his head until his bottom jaw basically became so shattered you couldn’t tell it was his jaw. He kept struggling and laughing and I started doing similar things to the rest of his body (and like most dreams, or even reality, when I hit him, it never felt like I hit him hard enough to damage him even though it was crushing parts of his body). I didn’t want to do this at all so I eventually woke myself up throwing myself around on the bed.

Thats when I realized I had thrashed so much I had scrapped off a huge chunk of the scab on my arm. It was actually bleeding some. This wasn’t a “picked at” wound, it was me scrapping it across the bed and tearing a huge chunk out of it. I got up, put some peroxide on it then dried it off. Now I just put some antibiotic cream on it and a band aid since I am hoping it wont get reinfected now.

Damn only asleep 90 minutes and I fuck myself up.

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