It was something like this…

-anonymous

This Will Surely Kill Us

photo by cmiper

My sister’s father comes to visit us, only, he grows as a sunflower in my closet. While visiting, he likes to “fix” my stuffed animals by taking them apart, washing the material and adding new stuffing. Well on this particular visit, he decides its time to “fix” my sister and I. He doesn’t understand that this will surely kill us. When it comes time to begin the “fixing” process, he picks my sister first. With this I run to my mothers room for help, only to find a note on her bed saying she’s gone to Houston for a doctors appointment.

-Emily

Hunting the Were-Gorilla

I dreamt that I was a detective, trying to catch a werewolf-gorilla.

It was hiding in the woods outside my family’s house, and my father came with my partner detective and I out in the woods to hunt for it. Before we left he took off his watch and gave it to my mother. My two younger sisters shrank to the size of kittens and hid in a basket.
We went out into the woods and though I had a shotgun, every time the were-gorilla ran at me all I could do was scream, and it would run away.

When I finally got back to the house, the gorilla had killed my family, but all I could find of them were their fingers which were lying all over the lawn.

My detective partner was Nic Cage.

-Heather

The First Time I Flew

I flew the other night, that’s right, I flew!! I was with some people in New York City, that I really didn’t know all that well, and they were all getting on my nerves. So lifted my body up and flew above a palm tree and decided to go to Central Park. It was dark and I could not see that well, but it was cool for a while. I could feel the breeze as I was soaring in the air, but once I knew I was dreaming I woke up!! Man, it felt so real. I have been having a lot of dreams like that over the years, where I knew that I was dreaming and I seemed to be able to control the dream (for the most part). That was the first time I flew and in the excitement I woke up!! I am the Master of my dreams and don’t know why. So I started asking other people if they could do this and they looked at me like I was crazy. Then I started reading about astral projections and lucid dreaming.

-secretsecretsociety

Too Much Call of Duty makes Homer something something…

I had a dream I was playing the map Afghan on Modern Warfare 2.  There’s a cliff you can fall from beside this long windy staircase.  I had a dream that I fell over, but I didn’t die like in the game.  Down there was this gross beach that had these eel/centipede creatures that kept biting and stinging me. There was no way back to the top though, so I had to burrow a hole in the side of the cliff to live in.

-Nicole

Anita or Liza?

I dreamt that it was the first day back at school, and I had to finish a test that I had started last year.  I had forgotten about it, of course, and I wasn’t prepared.  One of the questions was:

Who is better,

Anita Baker

or Liza Minnelli

?

Which was odd because I think it was a social studies class.

-nic’e

If You’d Like to Make a Phone Call…Please Hang Up

My mother in law called and told me with a hollow voice that my husband had been killed.  She said I needed to come home and take care of things immediately.

I rushed home to find my husband dead in the back yard.  There was fog and frost on the ground even though it was summer.  He had a stab wound to the belly.  It looked fake like it was made of congealed ketchup. I fumbled my cell and started to dial 911 but someone called me.

I spent the next few hours talking on the phone.  People kept calling me.  I couldn’t call the police.  Person after person called.  Calmly I told each person my husband was dead and that I needed to go so I could call for help.  I tried desperately to get off the phone and call the police.

The last call was from my best friend.  I walked outside to stare at my husband while I explained to her that I felt completely lost.  I looked at the man I love and he was turning gray.  He was inhumanly still.  Some of the frosted grass that surrounded him was stuck to his forehead.  Pain flashed through me and I started to cry as I told my friend that I just didn’t know what to do anymore.  He was my world.

I fell to my knees next to his body.  I reached a hand out but yanked it back when I could feel the ice cold radiate off him.  My eyes went to his face and I wondered why it looked so calm.  Through my blurred vision I saw his eyes open and his body jerked. He seemed to be in a seizure.  His movements were strange…almost mechanical.  His dead eyes looked into mine and he asked me why I hadn’t called the damn paramedics yet. He told me the knife wound hurt like a bitch and he was going to bleed to death if I didn’t stop chatting on the phone.

I hung up on my friend and dialed for help. I tried to sooth him with my words. He didn’t look so good. I don’t know if he lived or not.  I woke up as he finished telling me his mother is the one who tired to kill him.

-Pookieybaby

Mind the Gap

From Flickr:

I Had a Dream Like This…

-Ben Cooper

Nice Enough

Stationed in the desert by my superiors, watching over the place. Keeping tabs. Writing reports. It’s beautiful out here.

There’s a young woman, here, too, but I can’t remember if she came with me, or was here when I arrived, or arrived after me. One of the latter two is what I feel/think, but can’t recall, really. She’s a shaman, also reporting to her superiors.

Three different rituals, all in a row…I can’t recall the first, but the second has to do with spinning around two live coyotes, and seeing how they end up; both on their sides facing East or West, this time…a good sign, I think. The third involves drawing cards or casting bones…I just remember the large rock upon which it was done. Satisfied with the outcome, she calls it a day.

We sit down together on the ground, and watch the sun set. I lay on my back, and she leans on one arm to my side, looking down at me. We talk. I reach up with my left hand, and cup her elbow, gently tugging her toward me. She leans in for a kiss, but I urge her head to my chest, instead; she’s too young, I think. Her skin is soft and inviting. I caress her smooth arms, and rub my shins against her legs, also smooth.

I think of the other young woman who lives in the neighboring cave (a couple of hundred yards from us). We’re the only three people for miles around. If I were to decide they weren’t too young, maybe they’d go for a threesome…but just lying here is nice enough.

-Chris B.

Built Like This

It was built like this and it made me vomit.

-Anonymous