I've been having a string of nightmares lately and all of them horrific. Last night's topped the list and I have no idea what is going on, because it's not like I'm reading horror stories or watching horror films lately.
My first dream was about me watching a movie directed by what seemed like Kon Satoshi (Perfect Blue, Paprika). There were two step-siblings and they're basically anime characters. The guy looked like a psycho and one of the Organization XIII members in Kingdom Hearts: CoM, while the girl reminded me of one of those females from a hentai film or something. Anyway, the two were sitting together and the boy was making moves on the girl. She was telling him that they shouldn't, but he pushed her down and started raping her. They were both obviously enjoying the sex until she started screaming out in horror since he was pulling her intestines out from her vagina =_=; It was so grotesque and bloody that I wanted to throw up. It was practically a horror anime. I didn't want to look, but the image just stuck to my brain. It was bloody and extremely gross.
My next dream was that my younger brother and I were living in an apartment in New York (or some big city). I came home one evening from work and I called out to him, but he didn't answer me. I then walked over to his bedroom to find the hallway a mess and his door hanging slightly open. I opened it and he was lying in a pool of blood on the floor, while his severed head was on top of the blood-stained sheets on the bed. I screamed and was really upset. I called my friends over to help me and also called the police. When my friends got here, they tried to calm me down, but I was just so upset. Then a single police officer came to see what was going on and he asked to see all of our ID's. Now, I have a friend who works for the state of police and it's usually the other way around so I can stay safe and trust that this person is really who he is. I had this feeling that this guy really wasn't a police officer and I told him that I wasn't going to give him my ID, because he was probably going to use it to compare it to his list of people to kill. Sure enough, he pulled out a knife and lunged at me. My friends ran away in fear and didn't help me. I jumped out to the balcony of my apartment and rushed down the stairs that just appeared there. He chased after me and I just ran. It was a really upsetting.
Next thing I knew, my dream changed and I was with another set of friends walking through a neighborhood open-house tour event where people set up shows inside their homes and you explore the inside. It was like a mix of an open house event for purchasing a new place and driving around the neighborhood during Christmas to see the light show. For some reason, we went into Steven King's house and it was really small. I don't know why it was so small, but it was small and there was a really disturbing puppet show going on about horror stories and murder. We walked around and then left the place, feeling pretty creeped out. And that was the end of the dream.
I don't know if I want to sleep tonight... I hate nightmares...
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