Nihoxdria
10-08-2008, 08:12 AM
Weird dreams are starting to become a habit lately with me. I've already told most of my boys about them and apparently they think I'm losing my mind slowly but surely to the after affects of some sort of euphoric drug.... ~shrugs~ SO! i need another opinon.
Take the red pill and return to your world of fragmented reality...or take a blue pill and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes~! Or some such bull...
::: It's 3am. I know this because it's pitch black in the house and my husband is nowhere to be found. Overhead through the light pannel i can see the new moon outside. It's lightly snowing and the house is a little hot. I get up and reach uper my pillow for my weapon and holster for some reason feeling uncomfortable and tell my dog who is acting like a door stop to my room to politely move aside so i can get out. He yawns and does a sloppy roll out of the way before resuming snoring.
All of this seems so real i can smell my own lotion off my robe and feel the carpet on my feet. I go out onto the step balcony that overlooks the living room and realize on of my boys is already awake reading like he usually does. I mutter a hello on my way down the steps but he doesn't seem to hear me. I blame it on the book and move thorugh the living room outside into the lily garden to check on my husband.
It's freezing cold. the steps are frozen with sice and the pool looks like a skate rink. My husband is going through is usual exercises and stops to look in my direction. I think he's looking at me and wave. he mouths something I can't hear and I turn around to look at whoever it is he's talking to.
My father (who is quite throroughly dead) is standing behind me and his mouth splits in this demented, inhumanly wide leer that literally spans from ear to ear in a grotesque cut. His eyes are missing and A Rosery belonging to one of the men in the house is jammed through his throat. I take a step back and remove my .14mm from my shoulder and get ready to take a shot. My father pulls a kid in front of him and something makes me pause. I'm looking at this child who's face i can't remember and somehow understand that he's mine.
unfortunately i don't give a damn. I refocus on my dad and before i can rejudge my aim i feel something bolt straight through my stomach. My husband drives what i think was the tip of the pole we used to clean the pool through my stomach. the child quats beside me and mutters something that absolutely makes my heart stop.
I wake up. My husband is in bed with me, it's 12pm. the sun above us is sweet and the house in cool. but...my dog is at my side with his paw on my back and there's someone coming from my bathroom. I recognize it as one of the men in the house and try to get up but Hex is holding me down with unbelieveable force. I watch them prep two rounds into a mag and clip it into a firearm. I open my mouth to alert the house and--BAM.
Game over.::
Take the red pill and return to your world of fragmented reality...or take a blue pill and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes~! Or some such bull...
::: It's 3am. I know this because it's pitch black in the house and my husband is nowhere to be found. Overhead through the light pannel i can see the new moon outside. It's lightly snowing and the house is a little hot. I get up and reach uper my pillow for my weapon and holster for some reason feeling uncomfortable and tell my dog who is acting like a door stop to my room to politely move aside so i can get out. He yawns and does a sloppy roll out of the way before resuming snoring.
All of this seems so real i can smell my own lotion off my robe and feel the carpet on my feet. I go out onto the step balcony that overlooks the living room and realize on of my boys is already awake reading like he usually does. I mutter a hello on my way down the steps but he doesn't seem to hear me. I blame it on the book and move thorugh the living room outside into the lily garden to check on my husband.
It's freezing cold. the steps are frozen with sice and the pool looks like a skate rink. My husband is going through is usual exercises and stops to look in my direction. I think he's looking at me and wave. he mouths something I can't hear and I turn around to look at whoever it is he's talking to.
My father (who is quite throroughly dead) is standing behind me and his mouth splits in this demented, inhumanly wide leer that literally spans from ear to ear in a grotesque cut. His eyes are missing and A Rosery belonging to one of the men in the house is jammed through his throat. I take a step back and remove my .14mm from my shoulder and get ready to take a shot. My father pulls a kid in front of him and something makes me pause. I'm looking at this child who's face i can't remember and somehow understand that he's mine.
unfortunately i don't give a damn. I refocus on my dad and before i can rejudge my aim i feel something bolt straight through my stomach. My husband drives what i think was the tip of the pole we used to clean the pool through my stomach. the child quats beside me and mutters something that absolutely makes my heart stop.
I wake up. My husband is in bed with me, it's 12pm. the sun above us is sweet and the house in cool. but...my dog is at my side with his paw on my back and there's someone coming from my bathroom. I recognize it as one of the men in the house and try to get up but Hex is holding me down with unbelieveable force. I watch them prep two rounds into a mag and clip it into a firearm. I open my mouth to alert the house and--BAM.
Game over.::