January 12, 2009

• My Scariest Nightmare – The Uninvited Contest

  My Scariest Dream.. (s). I’ve had so many scary dreams, and in all honesty, nothing I’ve ever dreamt has been more scary as watching my mom  die. But this is a contest about dreams, not reality. It’s hard to remember the scariest dream. I’ve had some cool ones about monsters, roller coaster of death..and many more… the one that effected me the most I supposed was one I had after having surgery (a week on morphine to be cut off when I went home, aka whithdrawls). I was on other pain mediaction but it didn’t have the same punch as the morphine I suppose. I remember……  I was in a house with my Mom and my brother Jeff… we were unloading groceries from the attatched garage. It was a fancy but rugged cabin style home, I believe we must have just arrived for some sort of vacation. As I was putting groceries away in the kitchen (looking over the living area and mudroom where the garage enterance was) I heard a commotion. I looked over and saw Jeff and Mom fall back into the mudroom. Mom looked so scared…. and Jeff was surprised and angry looking. He’s a big guy, and not used to being pushed around. In comes a man, whose face I can’t see, I believe he wore a hooded sweatshirt and the hood was pulled up obscuring his face and he’s pointing a shotgun at my family. He points the gun at Jeff and mom either yells at him no.. or moves in front of Jeff, I can’t remember it so clearly now.. but somehow she’s shot in the chest…. falls lifelessly to the ground.. I remember the pain of seeing this happen and how it couldn’t be real and being so angry I wanted to kill this man myself but all the while, scared he’d kill me as well.. Jeff jumps on the man.. and they fight for the shotgun. Furniture is knocked over, glasses broken.. I’m holding my mom, hoping she’d wake up but knowing she’d not.  The two men fighting for the gun crash into us, one shot goes off and I could tell my brother had been badly injured, he’s bleeding from his nose, his mouth, he’s fast losing color… and he had this look, like he knew he was dead, just like my mom was dead beneath us. He had somehow got pushed against me,  against the floor.. my mom half in my lap.. and the hooded man on his back..reaching for a knife. The shotgun had landed beside me and I had picked it up, I was trying to aim at the man but Jeff was between me and him. Jeff looked into my eyes and whispered “pull the trigger.. hurry” the gun was pressed tight against his chest.. he wanted me to shoot the man behind him by shooting him through his chest.. he used a free hand to hold the barrel of the gun firmly on his chest, again saying “you have to do it .. it’ll be too late soon” I remember crying so hard, I couldn’t breath.. sobbing over and over and over again “no no no no no .. no I can’t do it .. please.. no” I could feel his blood running down over my lap. I saw a flicker of a blade behind my brother, I horsly whisper “I’m sorry” and close my eyes.. I feel my self pull the trigger… it resisting.. and as I heard  the blast … I woke up.  My mom told me it took her 10 minutes to wake me up from the dream.. I was thrashing in bed, sobbing “no no no no no no” over and over again, tears wetting my pillow. I remember, as I started to wake up, how I held on to my mom, still crying, caught in that house still.. knowing I’d chose to kill my brother to save myself.  Still saying no no no no no no no, sobbing uncontrollably. ———— I had one more scary dream, that fits more with “weird, scary, crazy dreams” and less like a cut scene from some leather face type movie… it’s more of impressions I jotted down just after waking up, I blogged it several years ago when I was trying to understand my dreams more.. A rain storm.. driving hard.. 2 people in the car with me.. water flying vertical…. cars  hydroplaning. I am going to go to the store.. nearest population .. can’t see… blinding rains.. people fleeing a different direction.. warning.. to head the opposite direction… ok.. now I head to my mom’s.. this must be bad.. people herded into a maze.. a large building,  a dark roller coaster..  where the road was…remembrances of a book or game dreamed before.. bad..  evil.. won’t live… 2 friends.. counting on me.. must reach mom.. standing on a wheeled board, like a skateboard.. but with 2 others riding with me… waiting for video game music…hearing death screams as someone ahead falls off. Small machines, like vacuums.. monitoring for any cheaters.. cleaning the ground below like bottom feeders.. cheaters of death.. the earth shakes..  we fall off.. near the ground..  desperately try to climb back up off the ground.. a friendly warning telling us this is not allowed off the play area.. 20 secs till expulsion.. 10…  climbing … swinging from bar to bar.. my friends following me.. vacuumed leaves. We are near the edge of the building.. can see light through a partially open door.. salvation.. MUST reach the door.. we run towards it.. blocked by a friendly warning.. this time a woman.. looks like some model I have seen..  her eyes don’t move when she talks.. someone tries to slip by her.. a boy.. a kid.. he has been off the play area longest.. escaping detection..  she grabs him by his shoulders.. lifts him to eye level.. spews liquid fire .. liquid death.. he melts… we run.. climbing again.. faster.. higher.. I see others inside.. running the maze, knowing it’s worse inside..  blood running the tunnels..   I hear screams inside.. cries of help from forms I can not see, maybe just a tape.. a game.. I climb.. to the very top.. king of the mountain is always safe.. eyes peeking over the edge.. a mechanical crocodile.. almost cute.. but will he warn me at all or just snap me in two… hug the wall.. and shimmy down… waiting for  a warning or liquid death…. dream jumps to 3 months later..out of the death coaster.. I don’t know where my friends are.. my mom is somewhere safe.. there is a man in the room with me.. I do not like him.. but I smile back.. must be polite.. scary man.. a brick near by.. thinking *if he turns around.. must be fast… * hands inch towards the brick.. he turns….

    

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