Realm of Dreams

i can see why people whom write about what they dream ,come up with some sick and twisted material. maybe i will use my dreams as blog posts. but then again if i did some people would never to speak to me again. maybe, just a thought. sigmund freud said the you could tell a bunch about someone based on what their dreams were. i wonder if he would still find that true today. then again he did most of his research while high in cocaine, so then again he may find today's scoiety to his liking.

dreams starts like they all do, a trip down memeory lane. it's either a conversation with dead family memebers or people that are in fact dead, or people that are going to be dead soon. i used to work in a nursing home and there would be times that i would have really screwy dreams about the clients or i would wake up in a cold sweat "screaming", i thought i was but i didnt - however my throat was sure hurting from not "screaming". i would write down the name and time. and about half the time i would go into work that person specifically or someone else withose intials would be dead. creepy i know
mom says that we have a gift. but i don't know

anyway back to what i was dreaming about. i had my dog with me and we were heading up to the burg to get gas in the truck and blue avalanche . i went to prepay --even in dreams gas in still high-- and some guy grabbed me and started talking but i couldn't understand what he was saying. half his face was melted off and he was steaming. but he held on to arm like a vice grip, it hurt. In the pricess of getting away from him, i dropped my money which i spent was seemed like an eternity trying to find it. I go back outside to my truck and it is gone and so is my dog. it may be sad but i am very attached to my dog. i had the dog before i had a husband. all i see is the trucks everwhere at this staion which is more like a big truck stop. i hate semis, i used to have dreams as a child that they would come to life and try to kill you. suprisingly this was BEFORE i ahd even read stephen king's trucks or seen the 2 movies based on that book. maxium overdrive and trucks.

They were just inantimate objects . people telling me that they would help me find my truck with my dog. as i began to wander around this giant truck city -- as of now it was massive with all kinds of rigs and rv's-- i started yelling for my dog...when things got really cold and calm behind me, i turned to see what was there, it was the same dark figure i had seen many times before both in real life and in my dreams. you never see his face but you can feel him, it's like touching a bad wire that electricty thru it. but it never stops until he lets it. he reached out to me and he hold my truck keys, he says that he knows where it's and he will take me there but i have to do something first. i tell him anything while trying to snach the keys from him before realizing who/what i am talking to. simple he say do this one thing for me and i will let you go. i backed off but he makes everything stop. i watch as he turns my keys into a double edged razor blade. he tells me he wants to see how loyal i am to him, he wants me to make one cut and if i do that he will leave me be for a little longer.

*this is where if your squimish don't read any farther*

i took that razor from him with shacking hands, begging him there had to be a different way. what if the bleeding won't stop..i don't it all to end. he simply tells me i have to trust him. and i have to do it, or he wills how me what will happen to those that i love. he starts with my dog, who i see someone grabbing him from the truck and beating him with a lead pipe. my dog finallys ubmits only to be used as a fighting dog, be brutalized everyday until he can no longer stand and the guy shoots him. gore flies allover me and the wall.

I pleading for him to make this stop and he said he hadnt happened yet but it will if i dont do this one thing for him. with my shaking hands and tears pouring down my face i took that razor on layed it across my arm just under my elbow and layed the flesh open to the bone, blood jetted from the would i had made. he said he was pleased and he vanished and the truck stop came back to life, only difference is me, i am now holding bloody trucks in one hand while trying to hold the blood back from the cut i had made. i could feel my life force draining, i called for my dog oce last time before sinking to the ground and he came to lay next to me while the world went black.


now that is just 1 dream i have had of many that are just twisted. i dont know what they mean, i just know how i feel when i wake up.