Innocence Lost

     Amidst the ominous silhouette of an elementary school, a place once resonant with the laughter of youth, I found myself enveloped in an eerie foreboding. This institution, a supposed haven for childhood whimsy, had now seemingly devoured a young soul within its grim facade. The little girl was a ghost, her absence a haunting melody that strummed fear through the heartstrings of every adult present, each one a restless moth spiraling in the harsh glare of concern.

     I ambled through a corridor that resonated with the eerie echoes of lost innocence. From the depths of her classroom emerged a teacher, her complexion a stark pallor. As she spoke, her words, tinged with an odd worry, fluttered about the presence of any fingerprints the lawmen might have unearthed within her realm.

     Clinging to my father, I voiced my thoughts in a soft murmur by his ear. A strange worry, I noted, a peculiar fret amidst the storm of a child gone missing. We, a disparate crew of truth-seekers, crossed the threshold into her realm, a space tinged with the ghostly aroma of chalk dust and fear.

     Standing guard at the entrance were rows of lockers, their cold metal forms serving as silent sentinels. A sound echoed from within one, a noise that seemed like a secret yearning to breathe the air of revelation. As I pried it open, the sight before me was a gut-wrenching reality. The missing blossom lay there, but life had mercilessly fled from her form.

     The bitter truth wound its way through my veins. The teacher, the one fretting over fingerprints, was the dark mastermind behind this horror. The realization hung in the air like a chilling phantom, a grotesque truth that bore the metallic taste of fear and dread. It was a haunting enigma, encased within a mystery, nestled within a tale of terror. Life, it appeared, was laden with such grim spectacles, echoed through the endless corridors and mirrored in the eerie hush of a forsaken locker.

I wake up

Beneath The Surface

    In the last light of day, I'm at my father's house. It's old and dark. I have a simple job: carry a bag of garbage to the kitchen. The shadows grow long and I feel scared, like a kid alone in the night. I see a ghost - a lady wearing an old-fashioned bonnet, drifting by the kitchen.

    I rush outside, spilling my fears to my dad. He steps inside and climbs the creaky staircase. I follow, my eyes adjusting to the dim interior, and there she is again, the ghostly lady, halfway up the stairs. My dad is at the top. I'm stuck at the bottom.

    Then, something strange. The ghost comes down the stairs and plants a deep, hard kiss on my lips. It leaves me shaken.

    Later, we swim in the nearby lake. The house ghosts, supposedly wiped out by my dad, are nowhere to be seen. But as we swim, something pulls him under. The ghosts are back, angry and looking for revenge. He's struggling, crying out for help.

    "I didn't mean for you to kill him!" I shout at the ghosts, but they don't listen. His last scream echoes as he's dragged under for the last time. The lake, still and silent, becomes his grave. Revenge, it seems, is served cold and deep.

I wake up.

Four Dead In Indiana

Dream 9.22.2018

          I stand by my car as four strangers walk by. They ask for jumper cables. They open my car door without permission. One man walks up to my house, opens the door, and walks inside. I'm uncomfortable. A confrontation takes place. The boys become angry and push me around. We take it out to the street. My buddy, Bugs, is next door working in his yard. He pulls out a rifle, and one by one shoots each man dead. Four bodies lie in the yard and street. At first, I am satisfied, but then I am scared.

          I burn the bodies and stuff the bones inside grocery bags. I carry them with me looking for a place to hide. I meet with some friends. I don't tell them what I'm transporting. They take the bag thinking it is something else and the bones spill out. They are disgusted. I try to think of a cover story, but nothing comes to mind. Dream ends.

I wake up

Extermination

Nightmare 4.5.2018

I am shopping at a grocery store. While browsing the frozen foods aisle, I hear scurrying behind me and a strange moaning sound. I look and see two men with masks. One man wears a dirty, hockey goalie mask, like Jason Voorhees. I overhear several shoppers make suspicious comments that today there is supposed to be a shooting at this grocery store. I don't know if this information is true or false, but I hurry up and grab the last few items that I need. Several times I leave my cart and start walking to the exit but then change my mind and return to my shopping. I finish up and walk to the check-outs. At first, it looks as if no check-out is open. All the lights are off. Then, a woman in the dark says that her lane is open. It is so dark, I can't see my groceries or the lady checking me out.

Two guys from my high school class, (we'll call them) Bob and Jay, are planning on shooting up the local grocery store. I help them. We stand by the junk food. Bob tells me just to open whatever I want and eat it. He points to a box of snack cakes with colorful sprinkles. I start knocking packages off the shelf. We pull handguns from our clothes and carefully jog through the supermarket. When we see a person, we kill them. I find it hard to aim the pistol, but I still murder a few unsuspecting shoppers. Someone alerts the police. They show up through a side door. When I see them, I shoot at them, and they shoot at me. The thought that I could die crosses my mind. A load of shopping carts separates us. I raise up and shoot, but I miss. I sneak around the carts so they can't see me. I pop up near them. I mow down one and then the other. I pick up one of the officer's shotguns and run around the store murdering innocent people.

There are two female officers on one island I am on the next. I hear them talking. The shelves near me hold thousands of bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages. I start taking the bottles and throwing them at the officers. I slowly walk forward as I throw, hoping that I'm getting closer to their position, as I can only hear them. At the end of the aisle, I pop out. The two officers are standing with their shopping carts about fifteen feet apart. I shoot one and then the other.

There is a hallway at the side of the store. There are no lights, but I can see that there are a few rooms and a ladder leading up. I climb the ladder to see where it leads. It leads to nowhere. Later that night, Bob and Jay will throw a grenade up the ladder and create a hole. They will then climb into the hole, which is giving off toxic gas. They will wait there until they die. I will hide down in the room below them. The toxicity of the gas will not harm me.

My mom and I are shopping at a grocery store at around 1 AM. I tell her about a dream I had where a mass shooting took place at the supermarket at 1:30 AM. She pulls out her cell phone and calls the police. I become stressed with her, telling her that it was only a dream. She calls the police anyway. They arrive and arrest the alleged shooter. Dream ends.

I wake up

Chills and Thrills

Dream 2/9/2018

I am working at a nursing home. It is pitch black at night, and I am scared. The next day, I quit.

A few friends and I walk across a snow-laden field. On the other side, we find and kill four teenagers. We cross the area back to our home. We hope that we are not detected by the police.

An ocean lies near our house. My mom and I swim around the sea. She tells me about someone she passed in the water, which was drowning. When we swim that direction, we see a lifeguard saving the man's life. The ocean is only 50 yards long. Hotels are lining the other side of the water.

We walk down a beach on the other side. My brother-in-law points toward the horizon where fireworks are exploding in the night sky. Down the beach is a thrill ride. Two giant swings that hold around twenty people each are lifted back and then released. It's similar to Skyhawk at Cedar Point. We watch as the two swings go back and forth. One swing gets out of control and almost crashes into the side beam.

We find our seats on the swing. As we wait, I sing Rainbow Connection. The ride is just about to start, and I realize that my belt is not buckled. As the countdown begins, I race to get strapped in correctly, so I don't die. I can't remember anything else that happens next. I can't even remember the thrill. Dream ends.

I wake up

Murderer

Dream 8/25/2017

Since the 1970's, girls have been found murdered in a local forest. I find out that my dad is the killer. Nobody else knows. My dad doesn't know that I know. A group of us travels to the forest to have fun. While there, I see my dad coming out of woods. I feel that he has killed again.

Everyone in the group now knows. They catch him. I ask him if he was planning on killing my mom on their vacation. He says yes. Dream ends.

I wake up

Psycho Killers

Nightmare 5/26/2017

A group of students take a trip across the world to a foreign land. I am in this group.

While in this land, we come to a dead end road with an old, broken down house near the end. Those who live in this house greet us. They seem pleasant at first but quickly turn sinister. Some of the students who walk into the house find a shock near the back of the house when a large man with another face on his own chases them down with a chainsaw.

Somehow, myself and a handful of friends survive this hellscape and find our way across the ocean back home. When we arrive to our homeland, we are greeted by a group of people whom we don't know. Most of them are nice except four of them who are dressed in body bags. They don't speak, they just stare at us. I can't see their face outside the bag but I feel that I know them somehow. They are the killers from across the sea.

My friends and I run back to our families, who do not know we are alive. At this point it has been four years since we last saw them. We have been presumed dead for quite some time. Our families are in a giant outside play place, similar to the one you find in McDonald's. We run toward them and try to lose the psycho killers. Nightmare ends.

I wake up.

The Body

A Dream From The Past

A man similar to Jesse Pinkman - from Breaking Bad - walks into my work area. We are the only people here. For some unknown reason, we get into a fight and I kill him. I try to think quickly on how to hide the body. A man from the business next door comes over to talk or ask a question. I quickly throw a tarp over the body and try to hide it the best I can. Part of me thinks the man from next door saw the body. When the man leaves I dig a shallow grave and bury the body in the corner of a junkyard. The police are called. They come and search the premises. The body is found. I am handcuffed and dragged off to prison. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Monster 2

Nightmare 5/17/2017

There is a boy at my school who is the same age as me. Something is wrong with his brain. He is a little slower than most people. I come to find out that he once killed a person.

After school, I go over to the elementary building where my mom works. I have to wait for an hour for my mom to finish her work. While sitting in my mom's office, I see the boy with brain problems enter the office. At first, I am cautious and I talk with him, just a little, but then I realize that he is wildly dangerous. I run back to my mom's office and tell her that we have to go to the back room and call the police. We go to the back room. There is a window that separates the office from the back room. We can still see the boy.

I lock the door both on the doorknob, the deadbolt, and the chain lock, but the chain lock is flimsy, it probably won't do much good. The boy comes to the door and tries to get in. I remind my mom of how dangerous this situation is but she doesn't seem to understand. She keeps working. I think I see the boy holding a knife. We both try calling the police but neither of our phones has service. We move to the window in the room, trying to get just one or two bars. Eventually, the boy's mom comes in and calms the situation. Nightmare ends.

I wake up.

Dialysis Massacre

Nightmare 4/1/2017

I'm inside a dialysis center. My treatment is going when my nurse practitioner asks the other nurses and techs if the police are dealing with the situation outside. He talks about it like he is trying to hide something from us. As time goes by, we come to realize that there are several men outside with guns shooting at people. The police have arrived and are trying to defuse the situation.

At one point, we are told to get down on the floor and not to move. I am lying in between two other men, one is Chinese. At one point, I lift my head up and look over at the window. I see one of the gunmen with his face up against the outside of the window looking in. I immediately freeze in fear. I try to stay down and not move a muscle. BOOM!!! He shoots inside the room. I hear the gun go off several times. He is shooting at the dialysis patients. BOOM!!! the man beside me gets shot. I am waiting for the bullet to hit me. BOOM!!! A bullet hits me in the lower left side of my back.

After several minutes of terror, the police finally take down the gunmen. When I walk outside I tell someone that I've been shot. I can feel it when I rub my fingers across my back. It feels like a bump but I can actually feel the bullet inside of me. The person asks me why I haven't told anyone until now that I was shot. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Terror Simulator

Dream 3/23/2017

     I am a part of a simulated event where half of the people are given guns and the other half are shot. I am on the side who gets shot. The event starts. I stand in one spot because I know there is no use in running. A young woman walks up to me and shoots the person I am standing next to then turns the gun to me. BOOM!!! I fall to the ground.

     I start to re-evaluate my life. I pray to God that He will forgive me for the life that I've led. As I lye on the ground, I feel a cold wash over my body. A blackness starts to take over my vision and my hearing starts to go.

     The event ends. The side with the guns announces that they shot us with red food coloring. All of the dead people stand up. I stand up as well. After inspecting myself I realize that I am fine. After a couple hours we start round two. Once again, I am on the side that dies. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Morning Glory, Evening Grace

Dream 2/7/2017

     Something strange starts to occur in the night time sky. Stars from all over start to get sucked to one point in the sky. Everything in the sky flies to it. This takes place until the morning. I walk outside and find several neighbors looking up. One neighbor is holding a video camera. I ask a couple what is going on? They tell me it's been happening all night. I wonder out loud if it is a black hole. They don't know. Nobody does.

     My mom is driving the car. She drives though a wooded area into a clearing where an iced over lake is found. It is the dead of winter. She drives onto the ice. We all command my mom's attention. "I think you are on the lake right now," one of us says. We coach her on how to get back to land without crashing through the ice. "Stay in the middle, mom, and go very slowly." She gets back to land without any problems.

     My sister, her kids and I take shelter in a small cabin in the woods by the lake, far from civilization. That night, we hear someone or something in our cabin. It breaks through our door. It's an Extra Terrestrial. We run but we cannot escape. The alien kills us all. 

     The next night my sister lies down along with her kids and go to sleep. I stay up. I know that aliens are going to attack like they did the night before when we died. I search the house for any weapons. I find a chainsaw. "That's a good one," a familiar voice reckons behind me. It's my brother-in-law, Chad. I look down and see another chainsaw, only smaller. I give the big chainsaw to Chad since he is over six feet tall. I take the little one. 

     We wait. Late at night, early in the morning, several aliens try to break into our cabin. Chad tells me that if we truly want to beat them, we need to become aliens ourselves. One of the aliens outside is not evil, so I ask him to make me an alien. He has me look into a little mirror-like object and I see my eyes change. The same happens with Chad. We start fighting the aliens one by one, killing them, protecting my sister and her kids. Most of the space beings are dead, but one gets by us and walks into the bedroom where my family sleeps. The alien is Gillian Anderson from the X-Files. She gets close to my sister ready to kill when I grab my buck knife and throw it. The knife stabs straight through Gillian's head and pins her to the headboard of the bed. Just so that I know she is dead and won't come back, I stab her multiple times in the face until her face looks like spaghetti sauce. 

     In the evening we weren't sure we would live until morning. But in the morning, we knew our victory by each breath that we took. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Future Serial Killers of America

Nightmare 1/4/2017

I know a boy. Something is wrong with him. Wrong with his demeanor. Wrong with his mind. He is the kind of person who tortures and kills animals just for fun. He is setting his eyes on a new target. A greater challenge. He is planning to kill my friend's mom with a knife. I couldn't tell you how I know this. I just do.

Time is running out. My friend and I rush back to his house to stop any planned execution from taking place. Our only hope is that we're not too late. When we enter his house we immediately yell for his mother. She answers. She is there. She is safe. No harm befell her. Where is the boy who tortures and kills animals just for fun?

...I never see or hear from him again. Dream end

I wake up

Gonna Make You Sweat

Nightmare 8/18/2016

     I'm eating at a restaurant late at night. The place is packed with people. I finish up and walk outside to my Jeep. I find it strange that the only vehicle in the parking lot is my Jeep, however, the restaurant is full.

     I go to start my car and it won't turn. It's dead. I walk inside and ask a man, sitting by himself, if I can get a jump. He says, "ok," wipes his face with a napkin and walks outside with me. A few guys follow. He asks me, "so you need gas money?" I tell him that I need him to jump start my Jeep. I ask him if he has jumper cables. When we walk out to the parking lot, we find my Jeep already started and turned sideways inside the parking space. I'm suddenly overcome with fear, I know something is wrong. One of the guys climbs in the vehicle while me and the others stand back. Suddenly a person appears from the darkened back seat with a butchers knife and stabs the man in the back. The man screams. The person in the shadows holds the knife in the restaurant goers back and starts to twist it. The man in the front seat screams even more so. Dream ends.

I wake up

Heisenberg

Dream 2/20/2016

I am a meth cook.

I own a large piece of property. I have a building in the back. That's where I cook. I let the grass grow so my place is harder to see.

I hire a new guy to help out in the day to day operations. His name is Gale Boetticher. Together we cook meth. One day, I come in to work and find my wife dead and her body mutilated, lying at the feet of Gale. He has a gun in his hand and a smile on his face. I grab my gun as quick as I can. I shoot and kill Gale. I look at my wife. her body doesn't look human. It looks like an animal carcass that's been decaying and the neighborhood animals have been feasting on for some time.

I walk out to the road. There's a couple buildings out here. A bunch of druggies hang out. I chill with them. I show them my product. I tell them, "I'm the cook." I should ask them to say my name. Dream ends.

I wake up

Monster

Nightmare 4/8/2015

My friends and I come to school on a Saturday.

     We hang out and play games together. Their is about ten of us. A guy from our school is here. We didn't invite him. We think he's weird. His name is Joe. He tries to hang out with us at times during the day and other times he wonders off by himself. Every once in a while we can hear him down the halls talking to himself.

     Joe walks into the room that we are hanging out in. He demands out attention. He tells us that at 6:00 PM he is going to murder every one of us. Then he exits the room. His statement surprises us but Joe's a weird guy, it's what you'd expect from a weird guy. As the day goes on, Joe reminds us several more times about our fate at six o'clock. We become uneasy about him. It wasn't just an offhanded comment, he really is going to do something. All of us try to leave the school but the doors won't budge. We try all of them. The windows won't open either. It's as if a spell has been cast over the school and we have no say in the matter.

     Six o'clock is approaching fast and we feel that we have to do something about Joe. We find a pair of handcuffs and throw them around Joe's wrists. I start to feel uncomfortable about the situation. Joe is too calm. It scares me. I make a call to my sister. She comes and opens one of the windows. I climb out. We leave the area. Many of the others call people and inform them of the situation. Lots of people come to the school but not before six o'clock happens.

     All I know is what I hear through the grapevine. Four people dead. Two of them were good friends of mine. Their bodies, unrecognizable. They didn't even look human when he was done with them. He did it with his mouth. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Dropout

Dream 4/2/2015

I drop out of school. Now, my friend Garrek and me are home schooled by a strange lady.

     She shows us a stairwell that leads ten stories down into the earth. She tells us to go down and dig out ten large rooms into the earth. Garrek says he's not doing it. I won't either. Besides, it's haunted down there.

     I go home. My backyard is filled with exotic animals; Gorillas, lions, tigers, bears, oh my! My family is sitting around these animals as if they are tame. A tiger walks up to us. He acts aggressive. I wrestle him but it's no use. He goes after my family. I run inside to get a revolver. I run back out and shoot the animal dead but it's too late. My family is dead.

     I run out to the road and call the police. I struggle through my words but somehow get them out. The man on the other line says he is a talk radio host and that he knows who I am. I walk down the road a ways and see a large 'Acquire the Fire' Bus in a field. Apparently, Ron Luce and his family are my neighbors. He invites me into his family. I now have forty brothers and sisters.

     The children keep getting murdered one by one but no one knows by whom. One day, I walk into the bathroom and find one of the girls dead and one of the boys wiping blood from his hand. A nonchalant look on his face. I know who the killer is. I live my life with caution, not to cause the killer any suspicion, after all, I don't want to be next. I eventually tell the mom. Everything goes haywire.

     While a bunch of the kids are playing around that large stairwell that leads ten stories into the earth, the killer pushes three of the other boys in. They fall ten stories. The bottom is filled with water. I jump down into it. I pull the guys from the water. One of them is alright but the other two need medical attention. I start to pray for them in an authoritative manner, commanding their injuries to be healed. They come to. They are alright. We climb the staircase to the top. The killer is trying to close us in with a large covering. We make it out. We fight him. I take out my revolver and shoot. He falls over the edge and ten stories down. I don't want to take any chances that he'll come back in the sequel. I unload my gun on his downed body. Blood mixes in with the water making it a muddy, pink color.

     The family is happy again. We play instruments on a roof top until the mom says it's time for bed. We all run to our house, which is situated inside a large clothing store. I find a pair of shoes that are Coca-Cola brand. They're tennis shoes that run halfway up your leg. I run toward the house. Dream ends

I wake up.

Black Powder

Nightmare 1/13/2015

A group of black guys don't like the fact that my family is white.

     I try to explain to them that I have no problems with people of color. I even went to prom with a black girl. They don't care. I'm still white. 

     They pull out a gun and aim it my way. I start to walk away slowly, knowing that at any second, I will be dead. I hear many shots go off, but no bullets hit me. I fall to the ground and pretend that I've been hit. I try my best to hold my breath but it is difficult. They know that I am still alive. I jump up and run away. They never catch me.

     They make their way to my sisters house. She calls the police and begs them to come quickly. When they arrive, over an hour later, they find my sister and her entire family murdered. Nightmare ends.

I wake up.

Hotel

Dream 12-20-13

I'm in a hotel.

 I don't know which floor I am on, but I know it's not the first floor. At one end of the hallway, down on the right, is my home. That is also where my mom lives. At the other end of the hall is a food court, on both sides. Lining the left side of the hallway wall, on the other side of my house, are four restaurants that have gone out of business. One of the four restaurants is actually a bar that my friend Joel once performed in. Joel is a musician. He is also visiting today.

Joel and I walk down to my house so he can see my mom. While we are there, I tell him that he once played in the bar down the hall. He becomes very quiet and gets emotional. I walk with him down to the bar. We stand in the doorway and reminisce. In a flash, Joel walks out of the bar and goes to one of the buffets in the the food court.

Joel meets the man who owns the bar. The owner gives us the dime tour of his bar. He shows us all the bands and artists pictures on the wall. I remember seeing Gene Simmons from KISS. He mentions that he printed all of these posters out of his computer which is a very old model that would never have the ability to do such a thing. I don't know if he is kidding or not.

Joel and I and a few other friends who just appeared walk back down to the food court. We stand in line to the buffet. Joel mentions that this man in a few minutes is going to turn on the music and that he is going to dance. One by one each of us says aloud, "I'm gonna dance too." In the line to the buffet, one of the cooks asks, "what can I get for you." I respond, "just a roll please." she says in a rude manner, "this is a buffet, you can't just get a roll." I'm a little setback. I answer, "damn.. okay then." She starts to put a bunch of food on my plate. Across the room are friends that I hung out with years before. They are drenched with water. I don't say anything to them. They walk away.

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Things change quite rapidly. Almost like a different story. The man in charge (whoever that is) tells one of us to kill the other (I'm not included in this mess). So, three of us step into an elevator that is in the bar, and place a plastic clothes bin on our head. Suddenly we are not in the elevator but rather in the shallow waters of the ocean on a beach. One of my friends says to the other, "you need to drown, that's what the man told me to do." We eventually come to the conclusion that no one is going to die today. We throw off the plastic clothes bin and look around. We know the man in charge is on the beach making sure the job gets done, however, he isn't on this part of the sand, so we run. My friends find a van and get in it, however, some things in this story change.

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My friends drive away, but we are no longer on a beach, we are in a hallway with wooden floors. I am a normal sized person and my friends are itty bitty. They are driving a hot wheels car. We have miles of hallway to go before we get back to the hotel lobby. Spread across every hallway floor are toys, mostly other hot wheel cars but also other toys. My friends keep driving. I run behind them. Someone mentions that the man in charge and his goons are behind us in his own car. He isn't in sight, I just hope we can keep the speed and never see him. I close doors as we go, so to slow the bad man down. We come to a bathroom and the car stops. "Look at that," someone says. Behind the toilet is a giant black spider. I get my friends out of the van they are in and rush down the hall to find another hot wheels car. I find one that opens from the top. It looks like a fast car. They get in. They start to drive. It is a fast car, so fast that I can't even keep up. They drive out of sight. All I can hear is the buzz of the little engine in the distance. Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Murder

Nightmare 6-3-13 

I'm in a hotel room sitting with another boy. His heart is full of evil. There are a couple of kids here as well. The evil boy starts to rape one of the kids. I grab the children and run. We escape the room and make it through the hallway to the elevator. In the downstairs lobby, I wait for the boy with evil in his heart. The elevator doors open, and I walk toward him. I start to beat him senselessly. I punch him time and time again. There is blood covering him, me, and the lobby floor. I take one last look at him. I think he is dead. I don't feel bad for what I've done. Dream ends.

I wake up.