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Last night was rough… Two of the scariest nightmares I’ve ever had:

Part 1:

The Catholic church I went to as a child had a separate building. The top level was where the Priest lived and and also had his office. There was also a basement level where we all went for coffee and donuts on the first Sunday of every month. It was a social thing.

In the dream, I was downstairs with my Mother and Grandma. But Grandma was an illusion, as she is actually dead. It’s almost been 2 months now, and Mom was still carrying around the belief that Grandma was alive and she was taking care of her.

Rodney was upstairs in the living room with my Grandpa, who has been dead since 1996. But again, he was an illusion which stemmed from my Mom’s denial. (She’s not really in denial, just in the dream.)

So I was sitting at the table with Mom and Grandma when bodies started rising from the graves and coming for us. Everyone panicked and it turned into mass hysteria. The corpses were screaming verses from the Bible in Latin and chasing after all the living people.

We all ran up the stairs and Grandma fell flat on her face. She was stranded on the floor, her feet kicking and body twisting as she tried to help herself up. “What about Grandma?” Mom yelled at me.

“Leave her, she’s not real! She’s dead!” I yelled back, sadly leaving my Grandma behind.

I wanted to bring Mom with me but a voice kept telling me “You can only bring one.” I don’t know why, but I grabbed a little baby from his Mother’s arms and took him to save him. I then passed Rodney and Grandpa in the hallway upstairs, and I wanted to bring them both, but again the voice reminded me that I could only bring one.

I darted past Rodney and Grandpa, again sad about not being able to save them. “There is no time! There is no time! The door will set you free,” a voice kept yelling at me.

I ran down the hallway, the door feeling a million miles away as I carried the crying baby in my arms. I didn’t know what was behind the door or how it would rescue me, but I just followed the voice.

And then it ended. I woke up breathless, panting heavily as I had escaped the chaos of my dream.

Part 2:

Rodney and I were staying at Mom and Dad’s house, the house I grew up in. We had brought along our 2 cats, Purr Purr and Prissy, and also our dog Petey. For some reason, there was this girl there. I guess she was a cousin of mine.

It was nighttime and I came downstairs to find Rodney and this girl, each in their own chairs, with their throats slit and their eyes gouged out. There was blood and gore everywhere. Petey was on the floor in a pool of blood, his little neck had been cut as well.

I then ran to the other room, where I saw a pair of cat paws on the floor. Purr Purr and Prissy were dragging along. Their back legs had been cut off.

I picked up Purr Purr and looked in her eyes, crying. She was still alive, but in pain. “My poor little baby girl, who did this to you?” I asked.

I put her down and ran upstairs to Mom and Dad’s room. I turned on the light and yelled for them to wake up. I then picked up the phone to call 911, but the line was dead. So I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and called 911, going over to my Dad. I was hysterical and trying to explain what happened.

Then the girl came in the room, laughing. She said it was all a prank. Rodney and Petey were fine as well.

I was so angry with her. “What about my girls? You cut their legs off!” I yelled.

“Oh, relax, they’ll be fine. Cats can live without their back legs.” she said, nonchalantly.

I was so furious! I think I wanted to kill her… really kill her.

Sun, Oct 21, 2007 @ 2:19 am | Filed in Dreams | Permalink

1 Comment

As strange as those dreams were, I am sort of glad to see I am not the only one who has those kind of wacky dreams.

Posted by Steven on Sun, Oct 21, 2007 @ 10:33 pm