Dreams

Lately I've had the most disturbing dreams.

Before I begin explaining them, I want the reader to understand that it is not uncommon for me to dream of fantastical things and also not rare for my dreams to involve violence in some form. I also tend to remember my dreams very well. Or at least the ones I have right before I wake up as I tend to dwell on them while I am getting ready in the morning. I don't know if I have more dreams than the ones I remember. I don't know what this says about me as a person, but it's the truth, and since I have no more secrets these days I'm all for telling it how it is.

Earlier this week, I dreamt of blood. Everything about the dream was focused on blood. Dead animals, dead people, dead things, everywhere. But the commonality between each object was the blood. Mass quantities of it. I've seen my fair share of horror flicks and thrasher movies so I am not new to descriptions or visuals of violence, blood and gore. I also tend to read books that involve these things as well. It is, however, uncommon for me to dream so vividly about them. During this particular dream, I know that the majority of the dream was about the blood itself, its color and the abundance. However, the only part that I can remember in complete detail is the ending, right before I woke up. For some reason, someone sprayed blood at me and it got all over my shirt. Everywhere, all over me. I remember thinking "They just ruined my shirt." And then, my alarm went off.

Last night this blood dreaming was taken to a whole new level. I dreamt of blood again, although it wasn't the entire focus, it was still everywhere and on everything. Once again, the only parts I can remember completely are the parts right before I wake up. However, I do know that the majority of the dream was focused on a man. And I think he was dead. Or at least he should have been because he was decaying and I could see his teeth out the side of his face. His skin was also peeling off.

I love horror movies and I love the feeling of being scared. So whoever this guy was could be some shadow of the movies I own and watch.

Still, this man was obviously the villain of this dream. He created more people like him. Or was it he killed people and they became like him? I don't remember. I just remember seeing him, fearing him, and knowing that he would be hard to stop.

I end up going to live with other regular people in this dream. A whole city of them. However, this city (sounds a little like Land of the Dead, eh?) is only reachable by roller coasters. I haven't been on a roller coaster in years. The city was pristine; everything was white and clean. I remember specifically trying to climb one of the things the roller coasters ride on and having some lady tell me "If you have to do that, it is already too late." Tell me that's not cryptic. Somehow, I knew she was talking about the man and his goons.

Next, I am suddenly outside. I am with a group of people from the city and we are investigating something. I don't know what it is, I don't remember if I ever even got to see it. We are attacked although I don't remember seeing the things coming at us. They are just suddenly there. I remember seeing this other man (who I somehow know to be "special" or different) get his arm sawed off and then cut down by the villain's goons. The goons attack the others with me first. I see one of the goons, a woman who is clearly middle eastern, destroy another person in my group. I also seem to understand that she is dangerous, but that she will die soon, somehow. That is, if she isn't already dead just by being one of the villain's cronies. There is blood everywhere, staining the sand. Why are we now standing on sand?

The villain is there. Although he doesn't participate in the slaughter. I don't even remember if I knew where he was exactly, only that he was present. I see the group of bad guys kill the last person that came with me and then turn as a group to face me. They seem reluctant or cautious, I dunno. That leads me to believe that I am someone dangerous in this dream. Like them, only on the regular peoples' team.

They do not attack me. Neither does the villain. None of them get the chance before my alarm goes off and I wake up.

I don't think I rested last night. I was tired and worn out all day. My temper had already peaked before I even had left my house. Every little thing threatened to set me off. I feel bad now for anyone who was in my way this morning.

I wonder if the villain or the blood will be there tonight. I'm not worried that it will be.

I think instead, I am excited and hopeful that it will, I want to see the ending.

We shall see.