I had the scariest and most painful experiences in my dreams last night, and I would NOT sleep for hours on end after I woke.
To put it simply - I was murdered. More than once even. I assumed the roles of characters in a scary movie (or scary movie based concept/world) where somebody had made a "Blood Oath," making a bunch of crazed killers hunt us like animals. Every time they put us to the test. A sick, disgusting test, where I would be scared virtually s**tless.
But then, to make it even worse, there were times when I would all of a sudden be in the body of somebody who had FAILED the tests, although I was safe. I was there, in their bodies, being MURDERED.
Eventually, after about 3 nights of horrific pain and resurrection back into what felt to be MY true body, I awoke (in the dream world) to the sound of motors. I asked my friends what was going on, and they said that this was the part when they came along as lawnmowers, but in actual fact planned to kill us all with chainsaws. We snuck out of the garden and went to the corner store, where, for some reason, the owner was a gunsmith. When my gun was finally forged, I waited there for the b**tards to come past so I could head shot them all in their green "lawnmowing" truck.
Eventually after playing Camping Carl I awoke, scared to death about the whole ordeal. Being murdered hurts. It hurts like hell. Even in the dream I knew that I was experiencing only a fraction of the pain someone in the real world would experience.
All I can say is that that dream was horrific, painful, scary, confusing, hard to decifer, and has opened my eyes to the fact that murderers are evil b**tards that should all be put away for eternity.
~FT
To put it simply - I was murdered. More than once even. I assumed the roles of characters in a scary movie (or scary movie based concept/world) where somebody had made a "Blood Oath," making a bunch of crazed killers hunt us like animals. Every time they put us to the test. A sick, disgusting test, where I would be scared virtually s**tless.
But then, to make it even worse, there were times when I would all of a sudden be in the body of somebody who had FAILED the tests, although I was safe. I was there, in their bodies, being MURDERED.
Eventually, after about 3 nights of horrific pain and resurrection back into what felt to be MY true body, I awoke (in the dream world) to the sound of motors. I asked my friends what was going on, and they said that this was the part when they came along as lawnmowers, but in actual fact planned to kill us all with chainsaws. We snuck out of the garden and went to the corner store, where, for some reason, the owner was a gunsmith. When my gun was finally forged, I waited there for the b**tards to come past so I could head shot them all in their green "lawnmowing" truck.
Eventually after playing Camping Carl I awoke, scared to death about the whole ordeal. Being murdered hurts. It hurts like hell. Even in the dream I knew that I was experiencing only a fraction of the pain someone in the real world would experience.
All I can say is that that dream was horrific, painful, scary, confusing, hard to decifer, and has opened my eyes to the fact that murderers are evil b**tards that should all be put away for eternity.
~FT