I dream that I’m at school and today assignment is watching a Harry Potter movie. During break I meet a girl in the bathroom who’s a bit flirty. She says she likes to shed her own skin, I think nothing of it. We exchange phone numbers. Later that day I see her peeling out her own skin layer by layer and it’s terrifying. I block her number.
Tag: body horror
I Remember Some Details But I Won’t Go Into Them
A lot of dead cats tonight; I dont know why I’m so violent in my dreams? Also there was a body switch movie starring Alison Brie and Michelle Gomez. And a child with a bent neck.
Warning: Another Dead Kid. So Sorry. My Subconscious Sucks.
I dream that I’m a nurse in a Middle Eastern hospital. There’s a doctor, a western woman with glasses, who just lost her daughter, and she’s so overcome with grief she’s carrying the corpse everywhere with her. I’m trying my best to work without looking at the dead girl. Another doctor is protesting about the woman’s erratic schedule. I call her to one side and say, “forgive her, she just lost her child.” “What do you mean,” the doctor says, the girl is right there with her!” “Exactly,” I say, and her face colors with understanding, followed by horror.
Now I’m having lunch with my mom and we’re talking about the woman and her dead child like it was a TV episode. I need to go back to school soon, but it’s the second to last day and I’m not sure what classes I have left, if it’s philosophy I’m gonna skip. With my shoes already on, I lay on my bed to check my Thursday schedule, which I never seem to remember. My bedroom is a big, airy attic with plenty of green plants. My aunt M. appears out of nowhere, she sits on the floor with a bin full of water and soap and starts washing some clothes. She keeps glancing at me, I try to ignore her. Finally she walks to me and tries to glance at my school diary. It’s full of pictures of Chyler Leigh and I’m really embarrassed.
That’s Probably How It Went IRL too
I dream that I’m watching a random Buffy episode. I’ve never watched one before and I’m a bit bored. Buffy is pregnant. There are two guys fighting, une cuts off the other’s arm. To reiterate, the other guy saws off his legs.
College Days, Homesickness and… Violent Deaths?
I dream that I’m in college, which is quite rare, it’s usually− almost exclusively really− high school. My mom and siblings are staying with me for a few days, they will need to go soon and I’m feeling heartbroken: I have no idea when I’ll be able to see them again.
Mom offers to drive everyone to Ikea to make me happy. A couple kids from college pile in the car with us, they aren’t much older than children. They sit on each other’s lap in the front seat. Mom is a rather bad driver, she goes really slow and hits every bump on the road (she actually can’t drive IRL).
At Ikea we are greeted by a girl with a big smile. She points to a pair of mummified legs hanging from the front door, explains that they belonged to a coworker, a girl who died on the job. I look away.
Instead I ask the two college children when is the academic year supposed to end; they say winter. It’s only June, it’ll be ages until I can go back home, I realize with a pang of despair.
There is an old book in my bag, white cover. My old high school crush gave it to me and I must have borrowed it to the library at some point, but now it’s back with me. The first pages are a journal recording my college years, the handwriting is beautiful and there are sketches of friends I’m sure I made up. Then there are a few colorful comic panels. One is the story of a geeky red haired boy and his fat emo girlfriend.
I’ve started journaling again on the last pages, and I’m panicking because I’m quickly running out of space.
Mazes and Prisons
I’m part of a group of female warriors, we need to navigate an underground maze rigged with deadly puzzles.
We sneak inside and I go ahead to scout. There are long corridors with technological contraptions all over the walls – wires, tubes, buttons. A giant rock encrusted with green and blue gems rolls towards me, I swerve to the side and yell for my companions to watch out. I notice there are now more people in the maze, two older women running wildly to avoid the giant rock. I move faster, I can’t allow them to arrive to the treasure before me.
We reach a chamber at the center of the maze, inside there are two metal pods surrounded by futuristic machinery, they probably contain people important enough to justify all this protection. As I caress the cold surface of a pod, our enemy arrives: he’s a Nazi officer with his soldiers. I need to find an excuse, fast! I tell him I’m working for the “Professor”, and I point to one of the older women, who is wearing a lab coat.
She is brought forward. I can now see that her face is covered with a wooden mask: it’s expressionless, like a dead-eyed Pinocchio. Interrogated, she doesn’t speak a single word. The Nazi furiously rips off her mask, but the face underneath is identical, made of wood, the eyes vacant and lifeless, the mouth a black gaping hole. The man screams, and we run away in the confusion.
It was all a flashback, as told by one of my warrior companions. She looks like an older Kirby Howell-Baptiste, she’s in the Orange is The New Black prison telling the story to the other inmates. Yoga Jones calls them outside to look for food, and so the inmates happily get out of prison and into a forest, where they look for edible plants through the sunny patches, laughing and squealing at each other. It looks quite nice.
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