jennrose

i had a nightmare last night... it wasn't fun. sigh. in case you all are interested, i wrote it down, and i'll post it here for you to read:

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there was something in the basement. i don't think i knew what it was. i'm not sure anyone knew what it was. but there was something in the basement.

i was at home with my parents. for some reason, there were lots of people there. it seemed like they were mostly girls. but some people went down in the basement, and then a bit later there was this loud noise. i think i heard screaming. i know i heard crashing. i heard the sound of wood and bones snapping, breaking. thankfully, the noise was short lived.

me and some other people ran down into the basement to see what had happened. i didn't really want to see; i knew it wouldn't be good. and it wasn't. whatever was down there had taken the people and used their bodies to smash through a wall. there was blood everywhere, dripping down the walls, dripping from the wooden splinters that surrounded the hole in the one wall, dripping from the ceiling. people's broken bodies were strewn about.

we all went back upstairs. what else could we really do?

there was a lot of stuff that happened in the middle, little things, that i just can't remember. no matter what i was doing, though, i remember there was always this sense of foreboding. i never felt safe anywhere in the house, really. i think i was in my mom's bedroom a lot, but for some reason her bedroom and bathroom were rather dark and gloomy.

there was one time when me and two other girls went down in the basement to get food or something. in the basement there were rows and piles of things, so it was easy for someone to "turn a corner" (of junk) and be out of eyesight. the two girls both ended up leaving my sight. i was just thinking like, "no! no! i am not going to be split up from everyone!" i caught up with one of the girls and stayed around her. we made it back upstairs fine; nothing happened.

the dinner table in my house is right in front of the basement door, and i sit nearest to the door. while eating dinner with my parents, we heard strange gurgling and crunching noises coming from the basement. i turned around and opened the door, and i could see the shadows of these giant bugs (the shadows looked like those of grasshoppers) on the basement walls. there were so many of them, and they were huddled in this tight group... eating. they were eating someone.

i closed the door and tried to go back to eating dinner.

there was a loud crashing noise in the basement. my parents and i rushed downstairs. blood and splintered boards framed a new hole in the wall. on the other side of the hole was a swamp.

this is where the dream does a 180. it does one of those things only a dream can do and get away with. a new element is just thrown in, for no apparent reason, and for some reason in the dream it makes sense.

a man had been stalking me. some banners had been hung around the hole in the wall. the banners were a disgusting snot-green color with dripping yellow words written on them. i don't really remember what they said. one of them said 'bring down lemonade.' except it didn't, exactly. "lemonade" wasn't spelled right. it was spelled like 'lemrade' or something. yeah, it had an "r" in it. i was just guessing that it was supposed to mean "lemonade"; i really wasn't positive, it was just the closest word that matched.

ANYway... so my mom went away, i'm not sure if she went to get lemonade or not. i really didn't like one of the banners. i'm not sure why, but it reeeaaally bothered me for some reason. so i took a stick, stabbed the banner with it, and dragged it from where it was hung and flung it into the swamp. it made me feel a lot better to have that banner taken down, even if it did piss off whoever had hung them.

whoever was stalking me had done shit to my computer. i went and checked out my computer, and when i turned it on, it began to display a video of me in the shower. i quickly turned my computer off.

up at the dinner table, i talked to my parents about what was going on. i told them about the person stalking me. they seemed to hardly care at all. i tried to stress how bad it was; i was afraid for my safety, i was even worried the guy might kill me. my parents and i agreed the police couldn't help for shit; i begged them to hire a private investigator.

suddenly, a man was at the door; it was our private investigator. he told us he'd made some progress in finding the stalker.

later, i was in my bedroom. it seems that in my dream i had a boyfriend. we were in my bed having sex. during, i felt this presence nearby, and i got scared. i knew the stalker was there.

this disgusting-looking man pushed my boyfriend off of me. the stalker climbed on top of me. i can't remember what he said, but i know it was nothing good. his crotch was right in front of my face, and i knew he was going to force himself in my mouth.

then the dream switched to a different scene. i was walking home from school with my friends. i was unhappy. nothing had been done about the stalker. i couldn't understand why my parents didn't seem to care; they must've heard me crying every night from what the man was doing to me. every day, he was doing horrible things to me.

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this was when i finally woke up and the dream ended.