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cremainsMore freakish nightmares. In the first, I was locked up in a serial killer's basement, which was full of sharp objects and metal shrapnel, so even when he wasn't around, I ended up being hurt. When he was around, he would staple me. Anyway one day he invited me upstairs, where I saw two men and a woman sitting on a couch - his other prisoners. He said "I'll be back soon, I'll bring back a treat," and left, locking the door.
We, the prisoners, came to the conclusion that he was going to poison us as soon as he got back (somehow this seemed very obvious). "Since he's going to kill us anyway, we might as well fight him when we come back," I suggested. We then searched the room for possible weapons. The woman I saw got our best find: a pair of scissors.
When the serial killer came back, there was an awkward moment as he served us water. I could see that the others were hesitating, so I counted to three loudly and then launched at him, and to my relief, the others joined in on cue. The woman with the scissors was killed almost immediately, but I pushed my weapon (an orange pencil crayon) through his neck and killed him.
He turned into a doll whose limbs were held together by velcro. I tore off his head, seeing that he would quickly regenerate if his limbs were connected. I handed out arms and legs to the men and we left the house to bury them in different places in the world.
In my other dream of the night, the head of the conservative movement in Israel told me he was attracted to me because I "smell like a man." 0_o
We, the prisoners, came to the conclusion that he was going to poison us as soon as he got back (somehow this seemed very obvious). "Since he's going to kill us anyway, we might as well fight him when we come back," I suggested. We then searched the room for possible weapons. The woman I saw got our best find: a pair of scissors.
When the serial killer came back, there was an awkward moment as he served us water. I could see that the others were hesitating, so I counted to three loudly and then launched at him, and to my relief, the others joined in on cue. The woman with the scissors was killed almost immediately, but I pushed my weapon (an orange pencil crayon) through his neck and killed him.
He turned into a doll whose limbs were held together by velcro. I tore off his head, seeing that he would quickly regenerate if his limbs were connected. I handed out arms and legs to the men and we left the house to bury them in different places in the world.
In my other dream of the night, the head of the conservative movement in Israel told me he was attracted to me because I "smell like a man." 0_o
