In honor of Halloween...

[sapphire]

So in honor of Halloween, and also due to the fact that I'm still pretty disturbed by it, I'm going to tell you guys about the creepy dream I had last night...
(Seriously, pretty gruesome imagery ahead.)

I was competing in the Olympics in a sport that I had apparently mastered, though awake-me has no idea what it was beyond the fact that it involved placing a rectangular wooden box with a hole in the top in a very precise position as quickly as possible.

They blew the whistle to start, and just as I was placing my box, they called a halt - I assumed it was a false start, and was relieved because I hadn't started well. Then I heard the screaming.

The competitor two places down from me had fallen, half slumped over her box and half on the ground, with one hand over her face. The sound coming out of her mouth was seriously awful - the most horrified, pained screaming I have ever heard. There were already paramedics trying to pull her arm away from her face, and when they did - this is the seriously disturbing part - there were these sickly orange tracks on her face, under her skin, twisting around, back and forth like the coils of a snake, pressed together tightly. They were probably about a half-inch in diameter, raised from where her skin should have been. And they kept going.

By the time the paramedics had her shirt off, it had spread down her neck and onto her chest. They pinched it off, puncturing the skin, and just caught the tail end of a worm, which thrashed wildly and tried to get back under someone's skin. They tossed it into a plastic bucket and loaded the girl into the ambulance.

Turns out that the worm was hiding in the wood of her box, and as soon as she touched it, it bit her and burrowed under her skin. I woke up just as we were finding out that she would probably die even though they'd gotten it out quickly.



I may never touch wood again.

[Spectre]

Why did I read that. I should not have read. No more reading. I'm done, you guys. No more words of any kind. I'm done.

On the other hand, from a writing perspective, this is really well-detailed! So we have that, at least.

[Genesis]

> my work is done

[sapphire]

I did warn you, Spectre.
Be glad you didn't actually see it. The images still haunt me.

(I am both blessed and cursed with extremely detailed dreams. Makes it very easy to retell them, but very hard to forget the bad ones.)

[Raphael]

My brain is rather unoriginal when it sleeps. I have three dreams that I actually have and they are all basically a giant game of capture the flag in space with guns.

[sapphire]

Well... That's pretty cool, too.
My dreams are all plotty, usually.

The night after that creepy face-eating-worm dream, I dreamed that there was a witch trying to kill my on my back porch, and she'd rigged the whole thing to explode. I had decided to let it happen, because if she got me, she'd leave my friends alone. Yes, I turned into a self-sacrificing hero in my dream. And then one of my friends discovered a loophole: he was in a wheelchair, and she didn't want to kill a guy in a wheelchair, so as long as he stayed on the deck with me, she couldn't blow it up.

[Raphael]

That's pretty legit.

[Deleted]

That's pretty freaky Sapphire! All my dreams are weird, though - the only scary one I had that's stuck with me isn't even worth telling because I forget most of it. Just a few images of some Marilyn Monroe look-a-like getting her face ripped off by some alien or monster or something.... It was weird and seriously scared the sh** out of me when I woke up.

A few days ago, though, I had a dream that I went to scratch my chest and ended up ripping a perfectly-circular hole into my body. There was no blood or anything, but my heart fell out. So I was standing there, holding my still-beating, fully functional heart in my hands. I started to panic and literally ran in circles around my house trying to figure out what to do.

Eventually, I slid my heart back into my chest hole and walked around while leaning backwards in an attempt to keep the heart inside me and not let it fall out, again. Then I grabbed one of those cloths you get put on your arm after you have blood taken taped over the hole, and I was good-to-go! Haha

[Angelica]

Wow, those are pretty freaky.
Lastly, I've been having dreams about T-Rexes and not being able to move and falling down a lot. :/

[Deleted]

Haha well I fall down a lot as is. I don't need to dream about that! xP

[sapphire]

I had a dream about a T-Rex once... It was blocking the road between my friend's house and mine, so I flew (like Superman) around it. It was a very strange dream.

I've noticed that I tend to remember my dreams more when I'm stressed out about something... Not sure if it's that the stress makes me dream more memorable things, or that the stress makes me remember the things I'd be dreaming anyway.