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been a while
I'm used to it, normally. Icky dreams, twisted images... I remember a dream about being a skinner, skinning people and such. It was icky, but I woke up sort of amused at how over the top it was.
But this morning. Wow. I don't think I've ever actually had a dream that finished, and I woke up and *did not* want to go back to sleep. To the point that I'm online, trying NOT to sleep, even though it's only been four hours, and I'm tired.
I remember quite a bit of this one. I think I do because I was trying desperately to get out of it.
What's odd is the adrenaline that's still running through my body.
I don't know when it began. But the first clear image is of a man, his guy-friend, the father's son and the son's girlfriend, heading to an amusement park of some sort in a van. They stop in a kind of bad part of town. And they get out, and something... happens. The son gets murdered by... God, I don't know by what. But he doesn't die. And, no. Not like a vampire.
He doesn't die. Instead, he turns on his father, killing him, and turning him, too.
The guy-friend is actually tackled, and his eyes are destroyed by a long slim instrument. Probably a nailfile, or something similar. The girlfriend tries to run, and finds herself unable to--guy-friend is hanging on to her ankles.
It's interesting to note that, at this point, the mother appears. She's also mutilated in the eyes and turned into a flesh-eater.
They don't look dead, though. Everything heals, and they continue on to the amusement park.
At the park, it's sort of old and rickety. I'm there, and my sister. I'm not sure why. Maybe to be the heros.
We're not. We get stalked by the other five. And it's snowing. They seem to like sledding. Jenna (my sister) and I end up on one ride that's falling apart, the gears slowly flopping everywhere as it runs. It's on an ice-skating lake for some reason.
I don't remember all of that. The next thing I remember clearly is the family unit being back at their house, not really remembering stuff. The girlfriend goes into son's room, and... And remembers getting her eyes poked out, and tries to fight against whatever it is posessing her. The son, of course, stalks her around the room.
The father shows up and helps him.
Again, more I don't remember, including the fact that they were somehow cured.
It's night. Two priest-types are watching over the son, and he's been gnawing on his wrist for some reason. They're holding him down while he nightmares about having his eyes destroyed.
He wakes up, the odd tattoo thing he got before appearing on his wrist. He gnaws at it, alerting the priests that something's odd. They hustle over and try to restrain him. And there's a last glimpse of a sort-of smile on the guy's face.
I woke up, then. I think there was more. I'm remembering the girlfriend trying desperately to not get re-infected.
But I woke up.
I have no idea where this came from. I haven't seen or read anything with rampaging cannibals. It wasn't cartoonish, it was just evilly insidious. Now I know what the phrase 'creeping horror' means.
When I woke up, the first words out of my mouth were, "Well, I'm never going to a dilapidated amusement park with Jenna."
The second were mumbles about not wanting to sleep. I scritched Lauren, but wasn't really reassured.
I don't know why this one affected me so much. Maybe it's just that I've been having fluffier dreams recently.
But I'm not sure I'll go back to bed yet. Even though it's only been about 3 1/2 hours since I fell asleep. *shivers*
But this morning. Wow. I don't think I've ever actually had a dream that finished, and I woke up and *did not* want to go back to sleep. To the point that I'm online, trying NOT to sleep, even though it's only been four hours, and I'm tired.
I remember quite a bit of this one. I think I do because I was trying desperately to get out of it.
What's odd is the adrenaline that's still running through my body.
I don't know when it began. But the first clear image is of a man, his guy-friend, the father's son and the son's girlfriend, heading to an amusement park of some sort in a van. They stop in a kind of bad part of town. And they get out, and something... happens. The son gets murdered by... God, I don't know by what. But he doesn't die. And, no. Not like a vampire.
He doesn't die. Instead, he turns on his father, killing him, and turning him, too.
The guy-friend is actually tackled, and his eyes are destroyed by a long slim instrument. Probably a nailfile, or something similar. The girlfriend tries to run, and finds herself unable to--guy-friend is hanging on to her ankles.
It's interesting to note that, at this point, the mother appears. She's also mutilated in the eyes and turned into a flesh-eater.
They don't look dead, though. Everything heals, and they continue on to the amusement park.
At the park, it's sort of old and rickety. I'm there, and my sister. I'm not sure why. Maybe to be the heros.
We're not. We get stalked by the other five. And it's snowing. They seem to like sledding. Jenna (my sister) and I end up on one ride that's falling apart, the gears slowly flopping everywhere as it runs. It's on an ice-skating lake for some reason.
I don't remember all of that. The next thing I remember clearly is the family unit being back at their house, not really remembering stuff. The girlfriend goes into son's room, and... And remembers getting her eyes poked out, and tries to fight against whatever it is posessing her. The son, of course, stalks her around the room.
The father shows up and helps him.
Again, more I don't remember, including the fact that they were somehow cured.
It's night. Two priest-types are watching over the son, and he's been gnawing on his wrist for some reason. They're holding him down while he nightmares about having his eyes destroyed.
He wakes up, the odd tattoo thing he got before appearing on his wrist. He gnaws at it, alerting the priests that something's odd. They hustle over and try to restrain him. And there's a last glimpse of a sort-of smile on the guy's face.
I woke up, then. I think there was more. I'm remembering the girlfriend trying desperately to not get re-infected.
But I woke up.
I have no idea where this came from. I haven't seen or read anything with rampaging cannibals. It wasn't cartoonish, it was just evilly insidious. Now I know what the phrase 'creeping horror' means.
When I woke up, the first words out of my mouth were, "Well, I'm never going to a dilapidated amusement park with Jenna."
The second were mumbles about not wanting to sleep. I scritched Lauren, but wasn't really reassured.
I don't know why this one affected me so much. Maybe it's just that I've been having fluffier dreams recently.
But I'm not sure I'll go back to bed yet. Even though it's only been about 3 1/2 hours since I fell asleep. *shivers*