I am the type of person who remembers his dreams and nightmares with vivid detail. I don't always dream, but when I do, I can recount most of the details which is fine if they are mini porn like. Now nightmares...to me they are mini horror movies, and I like horror movies. Somewhere in the middle of the flick in my head, I realize I am sleeping and turn the dream around.
In the spirit of Halloween, I will recount the one nightmare I can truly remember that did a total mind fuck on me. So here we go:
Are you really you? (a nightmare brought you by izcorp!)
Black.. all I see is black. Then a splash of light like a harsh slap, but I am bound. Struggling...what the fuck is going? My eyes are adjusting, and i can see why I am not going anywhere. I am lying in one of those old school gurneys, in the middle of a white room. Someone has just taken off the blindfold and I can see my legs and hands are bound. I am the lying down version of Hannibal Lector. To my right I see the guy who took off my blindfold, his back is turned to me. I try to shout, but the gag on my mouth is making sure the only sounds I make are inaudible shouts and grunts.
He comes over, laughing. What the fuck is he laughing at?
"Oh, u fucking awake huh? Done talking in ur sleep u fucking retard!"
Retard...what the hell is going on? I struggle, and he finally removes the gag.
"Who the fuck u calling a retard?"
"you...you say some of the dumbest shit in ur sleep. Always babbling about some dumb shit or another. What u you have a family? Your smart, and funny. U even think ur good looking. I swear those drugs have u all fucked up. Ur not smart u fucking retard. Who the fuck would fuck u. What woman, would ever be with someone who looks like u...."
At this point he breaks out a mirror and shoves it in my face. That is when i see what he is talking about. I see the object of his laughter and why he would think I was insane. In the mirror i hardly see a resemblance to my face, it is all mongoloid. Bloated, twisted. I finally hear myself talk as i sob. I drag my words, kicking and screaming from my mouth. they sound stupid, i am not me. I am the fucked up version of me. My thoughts begin to scramble...like i cant concentrate, as if thinking is a damn chore.
Yeah at that point i wake up. I lean over and kiss my son, and wife. I realize it was a dream, but then i remember the movie Jacob's ladder. Where his dreams of him dying in a field in the middle of Viet Nam is really his life. The family and his entire existence he thought he was living was the dream...the fantasy.
That still messes me up. Things have been pretty great for me. I am thankful for what I have and the people in my life, but more so after that night. It may sound silly and i know there is at least one asshole who will take this opportunity to say something stupid about me. Like that the dream wasnt that far off, but whatever. That is my nightmare. Not blood and guts. Not needles and snakes, but that every great thing in my life, my life as whole is not real.
So share with FW13, what is ur best nightmare? Does it still linger in ur mind? Can u dream at all? If not, would u want to?
Happy Halloween bitches!
-iz3y!
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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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One Asshole coing right up.
How recently did you read "Incident at Owl Creek Bridge?"
Robespierre Boinky
i follow the idea that all people in our dreams are representations of different parts of ourselves. sounds fitting for your nightmare. i recently had a drunken nightmare and don't remember a damn thing about it. i just lept out of bed two hours before my alarm and started frantically searching for something as i sobbed. i couldn't find it and that had severe consequences for my safety.
read a book? negative..sports mags for me.
If this story were a male, it would enjoy sex with other males, A.K.A, be gay.
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