Mae’s Messed up dreams #22

I forgot most of the beginning, but this is the middle/end that I do remember:

I’m running for my life. I keep looking behind me because I want to keep him in my line of sight. It doesn’t matter how fast or far I run though, he’s always there, always behind me, always getting closer.

There was another guy with me, but I guess his survival instincts kicked in, cause he abandoned me a little while after that, ran around the corner of a house and dissapeared.

I’m still running, trying to find a place to get away, a place to hide, check under a back-gallery to see if there was space for me to hide, but there isn’t, and I’ve run out of places to run, run out of time, and I turn around one final time and he’s right behind me, and all I can see is that faceless face and the tall blackness that is him and all I can think is “this is it”.

And then his hands, those long pale fingers are coming towards me and I start to panic because I can’t escape from this and I’m gonna die and fuck it I’m gonna die but then he just grabs me and throws me like a ragdoll, and I land a few feet away in the grass and as I’m wondering why, I see the other guy, the one who abandoned me, and he thinks he’s safe now so he’s laughing and denying the danger but I can see the real danger behind him and I watch as it gets closer and closer to him, and as those same pale fingers wrap around his wrists I get up and start running again, running from the screaming and the the shadows on the pavement that are being torn in half, ripped clean down the middle, and it’s making me sick but I’ve got to keep running, got to get away.

I find a petshop and run into it, hope to find another way to hide or escape, and there are dogs and rabbits and hamsters and they keep making loud noises and I realise that I made a mistake because now I’m not safe I’ve given my position away and as I turn to leave I catch a glimpse of a black tie behind one of the animal cages and I scream because he’s found me again, and all of a sudden the lights go out and it becomes so dark that I can’t see and I’m just lost in the blackness.

I sit still, I try not to move, I pray the lights will come back soon because I’m scared, I can’t see, I need to see.

And then I feel hands on me, long fingers grazing my skin, slowly circling around where ever they can reach, and I realise maybe, just maybe, things are better in the dark. I mean, who wants to see their own death?

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #21

TREES ARE EVIL AND NOW I HAVE PROOF.

I walk into my house, without knowing where I am coming from. I go to go upstairs, but stop as I notice a book on the kitchen table. I move closer to it, and I see that it’s a journal. It’s not an average journal, though. As I inspect it, I notice that the pages are made of wood, and the cover itself is made of tree bark. There’s an engraving on it too, and though I don’t really know what it is, I can tell that it’s the ugliest old face I’ve ever seen. 

I shrug, take the book off of the table, and go to my room. Once there, I pull out a pen from my desk, and open the page to start writing. There’s a heavy atmosphere all of a sudden, but I ignore it. I go to write in the journal, but as I put down words, it feels more like I’m carving into the page. All I manage to write is “Found a journal. Looks really weird,”  before I notice that there is writing on the page that I didn’t do.

“Now you’ve done it.”

Suddenly, the book flies out from under my hands and disappears down the stairs. I stare after it, not quite believing what just happened. Then I shrug, decide I imagined it, and go about doing random stuff in my room.

A while later, I have a need to ask my mother something. I know she’s with my grandmother in the house, so I call out to her. I get no answer. I go to my window to see if she’s sitting outside. At first I don’t see anything. Then I freeze, as I spot to mounds of roots by a tree, two mounds that hadn’t been there earlier. I see a hand hanging limp from one of the mounds. I panic.

I turn to run out of my room to help when I stop short. I hear running up the stairs, and look over to see someone I don’t know but in dreamsense know is my friend, running up the stairs in terror. She screams as something I can’t see yanks her back down. She reappears, only long enough for me to see that something has torn her scalp from her head, blood running from torn skin as she cries and reaches out to me before disappearing a final time, screams still echoing in my head.

Then branches are peeking up over the top step, and as I stare the move forward and I see the face, the ugly bark face, staring at me with hatred from the stairs. I scream, and all of a sudden the face is hovering over me in a blink of an eye, and I now see it’s not just a face but an entire body of warped bark and wood, gangly roots and branches twisting this way and that to make the monstrous being look even more mismatched and ugly. I fall back onto my bed, terrified, and try and crawl backwards to put some space between me and the tree-man-monster. My back hits the backboard of my bed. I’ve got no where left to go.

I look up and stare at the hate filled face that stares back. It doesn’t blink. It doesn’t twitch. It doesn’t move at all, almost as if it didn’t have the ability to. I know better then that.

Suddenly it reaches a branch-infested arm towards me, and before I can even register what happened branches and roots are wrapping around my neck, my head, rough bark scratching at my skin and making it hard to breath. I try and pull them back a bit, to get some air, but they wrap tighter and tighter until it hurts too much to move. I feel a sharp tug at my hair. I look up.

Sharp, blood filled teeth grin back at me.

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #20

I’m in the house, with my family. Don’t know where my sis is, but I know she’s safe.

I’m emptying the dishwater, when the lights start to flicker. I look around, but don’t really see anything, so I shrug it off. Just as I’m about to finish, I hear my mum calling me from the living room. So I go to see what’s going on. The only problem is she’s not there.

I look around, confused, until I see someone standing besides the bathroom, near the entrance to the basement. I’m confused because the person’s shrouded in shadows. Until they look up and grin from ear to ear, white face full of sharp crooked teeth and wide, pin-point eyes.

Terrified, I back away and see my mum in the kitchen. I start to walk over to her, scared of what I just saw, when I see a blue figure pacing in my parents room at the top of the stairs. Now I’m really scared. I go to her, hold on to her arm, because I’m terrified now. I just suddenly know that there are evil spirits within the house that want to catch me, hurt me. I’m scared to get too close to the dishwasher because I know if I do I’ll be pulled in by something in there. I stay away from the counters, the windows. I don’t want to walk in front of any open doors or hallways.

No where is safe. I’m trapped. And it’s only a matter of time before the bloody, grinning face claims me.

And there’s no telling what’ll happen then.

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #19

I’m in a hospital, trying to find my sister. I’m looking everywhere, but she isn’t in any of the rooms. I’m starting to get worried. Then I notice someone’s following me. I get even more worried.

I decide to look in the rooms on the last floor, on the basement level. It’s dark, and the room plaques have the alphabet instead of names, so I can’t tell who’s in what room. I can hear footsteps behind me, but when I look, no ones there.

The further I go down the hallway, the more I realise that the alphabet plaque names are changing, now they say animal names instead. I’m puzzled by this, and start to look inside rooms. The room I look into was labelled ‘Kangaroo’. When I look inside, I’m terrified to see a half-human, half kangaroo hybrid, staring at me sadly from inside a cage.

I’m running now. The footsteps are getting louder, and closer, and I just want to find my sister before they catch up to me. I can hear her voice, coming from inside one of the rooms at the very end of the hallway. I run as fast as I can, and just as I reach the door, I’m grabbed from behind.

I look behind me, and scream.

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #18

In the dream, I’m someone else. I’m not Mae. I’m Gabija. So for that reason, when I say [she], I really mean [I]. Bare with me, I know this is strange.

Also contains ELP, so be warned~

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Grawwwwwwwwwwrararwr sometimes I hate my dreams

Either they terrify the crap out of me, of the force these urges onto me.
Writing and drawing urges.
As if I didn’t already have enough to do asdfghjkl;’

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #17

He’s my psychiatrist, and he specializes in bad dreams. His office is a little dark, but it’s up in the mountains and it has a great view.

He’s very good at his job. I was seeing him before because I had violent nightmares, but I’m all cured now.

A few things are off, though. One is that usually you can only see s psychiatrist by appointment, but the minute he hears it’s me he comes right over to talk. So either he doesn’t work by appointments, or….

Next is that I feel a sense of danger when I’m with him. It could be that he’s part of something supernatural, but…. Mum doesn’t trust him. She says that he’s bad, that he’ll hurt me if given the opportunity. But I don’t believe her.

Our relationship is a strange one. Though we aren’t patient/doctor anymore, he’ll let me visit. I hug him when I see him, we laugh, we talk… I trust him.

And yet there’s something in his eyes when he tells me to kiss him, when I lean in to place my lips on his cheek. Something…. unnerving.

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #16

I’m with a bunch of friends, two guys and another girl. We’re driving to one of the guy’s house; the rest of us are wasted and not feeling too hot. Our car stops a few miles from his place, as we hear an announcement over the radio saying that there’s a serial killer on the loose, and not to trust any strangers we see. 

We ignore it.

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Mae’s Messed up Dreams #15

It was basically all about Kotetsu. Dancing everywhere. And eventually pulling me into the madness.

I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE HAPPY.

Mae’s Messed up Dreams #15

This one is relatively everywhere, and it’s a 2-part dream.

It starts off with me in my school. The layouts kinda weird, though. There are extra floors and elevator shafts everywhere. I’m running with a friend who’s not a friend, because there are zombies everywhere.

At one point, I’m clinging to the wires that hold up the elevators, and I’m sliding down. I can’t let go completely though, cause there’re these particularly nasty looking zombie guys at the bottom trying to reach me. So I swing into this opening in the wall in front of me, just as the elevator in question comes zooming down and explodes as it hits the bottom of the shaft, thereby squishing the zombies and spewing fire were I just was moments before.

I look around a notice I’m actually outside. But more zombies are showing up, catching and eating people I’ve seen at school who were trying to run away. I start to climb the side of the building, trying to stay out of their reach. I make it to the top and find an opening into the school, and find myself in an entirely new part of the school I haven’t seen before. It’s a new floor entirely devoted to the cafeteria. The best part is that it seems to be zombie-free.

Or so I thought, before one comes barreling around the corner and straight towards my unprotected face. 

I wake up, realize that I’m not zombie-chow, and fall back asleep.

I now find myself in the middle of the arena of Catching Fire. Seems that the odds are NOT in my favor when it comes to dreams tonight.

From the little I can gather in my dream sense, I’m from District 14, and our export item is maple syrup. My partner, some guy tribute I’ve never seen before, is already dead. I’ve somehow made an alliance with Finnick and Katniss, because they find my skill usefull. My skill? Making my opponents laugh themselves silly the moment they see me, giving Katniss and Finnick enough time to kill them.

I think we’re in the final eight. Just as I’m about to ask what we should do now, I see one of the trees starting to move on its own. It’s crawling towards us, and it’s vines are slowly tangling themselves around my legs. I’m trying to run, but then I get lifted into the air. I scream, and just as the tree reveals a face with razor sharp teeth, about to eat me, I wake up again.

Why does everything wanna eat my face?