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Showing posts with label countryside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label countryside. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Without a Name

Dream 1-28-14




I am in my old house in Middletown, Indiana. It's a small one story home on two beautiful acres of countryside. This is the house in which I grew up.
Today we got a puppy. He is white with black spots all over. He doesn't have a name. Somebody leaves open the door to the outside. The puppy gets out. We all run to search for him. It is winter so snow is covering the ground. I grab my bicycle and start down the country road. The snow has an effect on my tires and slows me down. However, I make it into town. The town is so far away from my house that first of all I don't know how I made it here and secondly I know the dog didn't come this far, but never-the-less I start calling his name, which I don't know. 
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I am now at my sisters house in Jeffersonville, Indiana. I walk into the house to find my family dead but somewhat still alive. It's confusing. A little doll named Chucky starts to chase me. I run out of the house. I run down the block to the rich guys house but he's too busy flying his private airplane. I run back to my sisters house and suddenly I'm more concerned about finding the lost dog with no name than running from a killer doll. I walk the streets calling his name which once again, I don't know. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Leatherface

Nightmare 5-27-13 





I find myself in a small home in the countryside. the home is no bigger than a mobile home. I'm tied down in a bunk in the kitchen. there are two people here. I don't know their faces. I hear a noise. a man walks in. he is a large man. there is something on his face. I can't make it out. he walks toward me. he is holding a butchers knife. I look at his face. I become frightened. my heart is racing. something isn't right. it appears that the man is wearing a persons face on his. he unties me. I fear he is going to kill me with the knife. I make a run for it. I bust out of the screen door. I hear his footsteps behind me. I hear his grunting. I outrun him.
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I find a small home. I think it's a house that I know. I find my safety here. I have a friend here. we walk out the backdoor into the field. It's a beautiful day. I look back at the small house. I think somebody is inside. he's found me. Dream ends.

I wake up.