Marshmallow Traps

January 9, 2015

Last night, I had a dream where I was in an anime world. I’m a female, but in my dream, I was a little boy. I looked to be around 10 years old. There were 20 or so more boys around my age there as well.

Anyway, we’re inside this tall building and everyone was scared shitless. That was because there was this crazed pedo chasing after us. The only way to get away from him was to run up top the stairs. And for some reason, the stairs were covered in huge blobs of deformed rice krispies treats (my fav snack). If you step on it, you get stuck ’cause of the marshmellows.

Anyway, out of panic, most of the kids kept accidentally stepping on the rice krispies treats. The pedo took those opportunities and slashed the kids’ throats with his knife. I also took advantage of the situation by pushing the kids down the stairs or in the blobs as bait. It couldn’t be helped, it was the only rational thing to do. I think the pedo was impressed by this.

After who knows how long of running, we saw a police office room. We ran there was fast as we could with the little adrenaline we had left. The pedo still followed us along there as well. Seeing the situation unfolding in the office, the police knew the pedo was a bad guy and arrested him. By then, there were only around 6 of us kids left alive.

The end. Best nightmare ever ūüôā



Pixel Worms

January 9, 2015

I suffer from an severe anxiety disorder (OCD, paranoia etc)
I have had the same dream ever since I was a baby.
There were these pixel worms that wriggled and were just everywhere.
They were white on a black background.
They were horrible.
I was always in tears because i couldn’t deal with it.

I still have this dream to this day.


The Name of the Game…

October 28, 2013

I dreamt that my child was taken from me, along with many other adults. ¬†We were separated into teams, with the goal of killing each other. ¬†The prize? Your child back. ¬†The alternative was to die knowing that your son/daughter was in peril. ¬†I vividly recall stabbing someone repeatedly with a pen, as a distraction, so that my ‘team mate’ could shove him into a pool of bleach/glass we had created.

I normally have a sense of being in my dreams, and I woke up ready to rip someone’s throat out.



Where’s my beating stick?

January 31, 2013










January 15, 2013


No Matter What Happens

January 9, 2013

I’m getting on a plane going home from where I presume is college. ¬†On the plane along with me are a guy I used to hate and a guy I barely know. ¬†The rest are strangers. ¬†The guy I used to hate says something nice to me. ¬†I nod, thinking maybe I’ve pegged him wrong. ¬†A storm is coming so they rush us to get seated.

We can’t actually fly in the storm, so they just try to drive the plane far away from the airport. ¬†We stop and they let us off in a tall office building downtown to wait out the storm. ¬†All the passengers are crowded around the windows watching the weather outside when we start to see several large ominous tornados form all around us. ¬†I call my parents and tell them I’m going to be delayed.

As I speak, I see one of the twisters wreak havoc on some buildings down the street.  The windows are blown out completely. There are lots of people on the streets, like no one expected the storm.  A man hastily runs into a building, barely avoiding being sucked into oblivion.  Then we see a building directly across from us get completely flattened.  Everyone is scared shitless.  Just then, the twister turns and heads straight for our building.  We all run towards the center of the building to hide, where we, admittedly, should have already been.

“No matter what happens, I love you! I have to go. ¬†Bye!” I yell into the phone.

Then my alarm clock goes off.