The other night I had a nightmare that was so bone chilling and vivid that when I woke up the fear stayed with me and I couldn't sleep. The next night I was afraid to go back to sleep, afraid that I would dream it again, so I wrote it all down to get it out of me. Want to read my twisted head?
I know there were events leading up to this scene but I dont know what they were, all I remember is this one scene.
Im in a living room with 6 other friends (not real life ones, I didnt recognize any of them except one, T). Seven of us friends and one other man a boy really. He is young like maybe 19, nondescript, a mook, he could have been any kid on Mtv, in baggy jeans and a blue tee shirt. Except that hes emanating this incredible quiet power, and has an evil glint in his eye, evil like the silent sadism of a genius madman, like ice and terror, and we were afraid. He had just informed us that we would all die that night, and we (strangely) all kind of accepted it. We knew (I dont know how) that he would send us out on "missions", and that in these "missions", one by one, we would die horrible deaths. And we were kind of scared but not really, more just anxious, and all 7 of us lay down on the floor in a row propped up on our elbows and facing this evil powerful boy, and T is next to me on my right, and the boy says "You are all going to die tonight", and we all repeat, almost in unison but not quite, "We are all going to die tonight." And I dont know why we werent more scared, but maybe because we didnt truly believe it yet.
And then this boy, standing above us and grinning, pulls a cake server out of his pocket, yeah a cake server, you know like a silver triangle with a handle, the kind you use to serve slices of cake (dont ask me why it was a cake server) and it was razor sharp I could see, and when I saw it I got very scared and alert. And in one swift motion he pulled his arm back and flicked his wrist, so quickly and suddenly and threw this cake server at us (were all still laying on the floor in a line, real close to each other), and he threw this cake server at us like a dagger, and my reaction was naturally to cover my face with my hands and whip my head away. And through my fingers I see this cake server whiz by inches from my head, and I think I see it hit the ground, I swear I heard a clang as it hits the ground. And then the moment is over, and we all know collectively (its a dream, you know?) that it was a joke, it was harmless and he was just fucking with us, and I start to laugh with relief and the boy next to me who was T before, he has now morphed into a dream-version of my old friend Max. And Im turned away from him because I had dodged the cake-server, and my face is still in my hands and Im laughing with the tension-release of the moment that passed, because it was all a joke, and "Max" kind of leans over towards me, and I roll over and into him, and he goes into hug me and when our cheeks meet I feel warm liquid on my face and my heart skips a beat and Im instantly cold. And suddenly Im filled with absolute gut wrenching terror and I slowly pull away, and everyone is still laughing, and "Max" is still laughing, laughing uproariously, and I slowly look up at him, and he has the fucking cake-server embedded in his forehead, embedded all the way to the hilt. And Im not laughing anymore and I reach up to touch my face and I touch my lips, and his blood is on my lips, and hes stopped laughing now because hes seen my face and hes got a look of concern now. And because its a dream I intuitively know that some sensory nerves in his brain have been severed by this cake server, and hes not feeling any pain. But he knows somethings wrong by the look on my face, the horrible look on my face and the blood on my lips, and he gets a confused look that slowly melts into fear. And he slowly stands up and walks towards the bathroom, and I slowly stand up. And as soon as he enters the bathroom I hear screaming, wretched horrified terrible screaming, hes shrieking as hes looking at this cake server embedded in his skull, and Im pacing back and forth and rocking as the evil boy looks silently on, Im pacing and my lips are curled in horror and I cant breath and Im stroking the blood on my lips, and then "Max" kind of stumbles out of the bathroom, and the look on his face now registers completely what has happened, and he takes two steps and then falls to the ground, and spasms a few times, then lies still. And Im pacing, pacing, and I know this is just the beginning, and Im pacing and rubbing his blood on my lips and pacing
I know there were events leading up to this scene but I dont know what they were, all I remember is this one scene.
Im in a living room with 6 other friends (not real life ones, I didnt recognize any of them except one, T). Seven of us friends and one other man a boy really. He is young like maybe 19, nondescript, a mook, he could have been any kid on Mtv, in baggy jeans and a blue tee shirt. Except that hes emanating this incredible quiet power, and has an evil glint in his eye, evil like the silent sadism of a genius madman, like ice and terror, and we were afraid. He had just informed us that we would all die that night, and we (strangely) all kind of accepted it. We knew (I dont know how) that he would send us out on "missions", and that in these "missions", one by one, we would die horrible deaths. And we were kind of scared but not really, more just anxious, and all 7 of us lay down on the floor in a row propped up on our elbows and facing this evil powerful boy, and T is next to me on my right, and the boy says "You are all going to die tonight", and we all repeat, almost in unison but not quite, "We are all going to die tonight." And I dont know why we werent more scared, but maybe because we didnt truly believe it yet.
And then this boy, standing above us and grinning, pulls a cake server out of his pocket, yeah a cake server, you know like a silver triangle with a handle, the kind you use to serve slices of cake (dont ask me why it was a cake server) and it was razor sharp I could see, and when I saw it I got very scared and alert. And in one swift motion he pulled his arm back and flicked his wrist, so quickly and suddenly and threw this cake server at us (were all still laying on the floor in a line, real close to each other), and he threw this cake server at us like a dagger, and my reaction was naturally to cover my face with my hands and whip my head away. And through my fingers I see this cake server whiz by inches from my head, and I think I see it hit the ground, I swear I heard a clang as it hits the ground. And then the moment is over, and we all know collectively (its a dream, you know?) that it was a joke, it was harmless and he was just fucking with us, and I start to laugh with relief and the boy next to me who was T before, he has now morphed into a dream-version of my old friend Max. And Im turned away from him because I had dodged the cake-server, and my face is still in my hands and Im laughing with the tension-release of the moment that passed, because it was all a joke, and "Max" kind of leans over towards me, and I roll over and into him, and he goes into hug me and when our cheeks meet I feel warm liquid on my face and my heart skips a beat and Im instantly cold. And suddenly Im filled with absolute gut wrenching terror and I slowly pull away, and everyone is still laughing, and "Max" is still laughing, laughing uproariously, and I slowly look up at him, and he has the fucking cake-server embedded in his forehead, embedded all the way to the hilt. And Im not laughing anymore and I reach up to touch my face and I touch my lips, and his blood is on my lips, and hes stopped laughing now because hes seen my face and hes got a look of concern now. And because its a dream I intuitively know that some sensory nerves in his brain have been severed by this cake server, and hes not feeling any pain. But he knows somethings wrong by the look on my face, the horrible look on my face and the blood on my lips, and he gets a confused look that slowly melts into fear. And he slowly stands up and walks towards the bathroom, and I slowly stand up. And as soon as he enters the bathroom I hear screaming, wretched horrified terrible screaming, hes shrieking as hes looking at this cake server embedded in his skull, and Im pacing back and forth and rocking as the evil boy looks silently on, Im pacing and my lips are curled in horror and I cant breath and Im stroking the blood on my lips, and then "Max" kind of stumbles out of the bathroom, and the look on his face now registers completely what has happened, and he takes two steps and then falls to the ground, and spasms a few times, then lies still. And Im pacing, pacing, and I know this is just the beginning, and Im pacing and rubbing his blood on my lips and pacing
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but for our stories and nightmares, demons have no place here.
-t
You also remind me a lot of myself and i wanted to get to know you a little better. But i have the strangest feeling that i'm going to run into you someday. stranger things have happened, especially to me. Anyway, hope everything goes well for you, you seem like a very cool and genuine person so it probably will!