This is my appearance back on here since I re-opened my blog.
After three months of being carless, I have one. We’ve become friends, it’s a boy and his name is BW.
So let’s get the creative juices flowing with some nightmares.
I don’t know how I came upon this, but I was dreaming I was at Witch’s Woods. Well, a totally botched version of Witch’s Woods. It was a huge carnival full of rides and I was having a lot of fun. After going on some tractor ride, I was walking around with friends (none of which I knew and could never clearly see their faces). There were horses roaming around everywhere. Some of them were thinner and taller than the rest, and seemed to be painted white. One of them had a perfect circle of red on his nose, as if he was Rudolph. His mouth could contort like a person’s and it was as if he was really smiling. I wanted to pet him so I walked towards him. He turned around and ran into a giant house that just magically appeared behind him. I looked around me, my friends were gone, the horses were gone, the carnival was gone, and everything had turned into a really quite neighborhood. My car was parked in the driveway of this giant house. I followed the horse inside, hearing him climb of a staircase. I walked in surrounded by staircases and, upon looking up, saw doorway after doorway. It’s like the horse was running circles around the house. It gave me the creeps but I walked towards the staircase where I could see his muddy prints. The moment my foot hit the stairs, I heard him screaming. Screaming in complete agony. I bolted. I ran out the house as fast as I could and jumped inside my car. As I was running towards my car, I could see all the shades, shutters and blinds being closed. Before entering, I had assumed this was a haunted house ride of some sort. Inside my car, I almost laughed at myself when I saw other teenagers and young adults on the second floor. It HAD to be a ride. Until I saw them screaming too, and saw the lights go on completely. The horse was tacked into the wall with long long nails. He was still fully alive. Running through air nailed onto the wall. Some figure stood in front of him, and disbowled him. His organs were taken out and wound up like feet of rope. The teenagers were blown through the middle, and hung from the ceiling fan. Somehow it managed to spin with them on it. I drove and drove and drove until the sun came up and found a video store. Being a movie nerd, I went inside. I didn’t know how to explain what happened so I said nothing at all. I walked through the store and I fell through a hole. I was in a house with a bunch of people, and they were staring at me. Afraid of me. They said I was next. I was naked. They handed me two vials and told me I needed to go wait in the bathroom. That they would be here soon. I didn’t want to go in the bathroom, so I just walked around waiting. Uncomfortable in my nudity. all of a sudden three men, speaking in heavy accents came through the house. I greeted them all submissively, as if I’d been beaten into it. They all seemed very polite, said I was really pretty and went into a locked room. I was handed a message a couple minutes later. It said “what are you doing? Where are you? Hurry up. We have a plan.” So I went into the bathroom. I handed them the vials. There was a girl in a cage next to a lion. The lion was barely touching the ground. He was hanging from a bunch of hooks which were then hooked into the ceiling. He was balanced on his tiptoes. If he moved the hooks either ripped out completely or tore through his flesh. I was stared at and poked and prodded by these men, as if they were making sure i Was good enough. They asked me who I was and before I could answer, I was shot in the face.
I know dreams are supposed to symbolize something, so please tell me what this is supposed to mean …