Vivid Vivid Vivid Vivid
PG-13
Last night I had my first semi-rape dream. I was wandering around in a dimly lit hall beneath a water park, searching for an exit. Nearing the staircase, I saw a figure descending the last steps and approach me. For some unknown reason, I turned and walked briskly in the other direction as if sensing impending doom. My brisk walk turned into a run as his footsteps pounded behind me. The flourescent lights were flickering and I turned to steal a glance at my pursuer: he was about 6' with pasty white skin and dark orange hair, a protruding nose and a clumsy looking body. The hall seemed endless and to my frustration, I couldn't seem to speed up to a sprint. He was quickly gaining on me so I stopped abruptly to make a sharp turn, but he somehow bumped/grabbed my side so that I toppled over. His weight sunk against my back before I could get up, and at that moment I was overcome by intense anger: angry because he overtook me and made me feel powerless, angry because I couldn't push back, angry because I failed to protect myself. Then the vision of the hall blurred before me and even though he didn't strip my pants off, I knew what was suppose to come next and sheer horror made my mouth gape open in a silent scream. Don't remember clearly what went on for the next 4 seconds or whether he raped me or not. He was just sitting on me and moving around..I suppose my lack of emotion on this part is due to the fact that I was never raped. Yet in my nightmare, the intention of the man was enough to send my mind reeling with fear. Then came the worst part: he whipped out a hunting knife and headed for my neck. When the blade glinted under the light, I began struggling again with only one thought in my mind: dear God I don't want to die. It was quick yet felt like minutes; the cold steel cutting into my flesh and leaving a trail of searing pain in its wake. The rapist slit my neck in a full semi-circle from left to right, over my larynx so that my raw throat gaped in cold air. I was alive till my face slammed down into a crimson puddle.
Then I woke up and grabbed at my neck frantically, the searing pain doused like a flame.
It was so unbelievably vivid that I have never felt such cold terror before.
Bit o' humor:
1. My rapist's visage somewhat resembled cock mongler's unsmiling face.
2. A Mario cosplayer dressed like Watson (Sherlock Holmes) was in the vicinity and failed to notice my rape and death.
Conclusion:
1. Stop going on 4chan so much >.>
2. Cheer the fuck up, relax, and get more sleep.
3. In an attempt to keep things short and simple, I've failed to express the profoundity of my feelings. Again. -_-
I never did like knife wounds.