I had a dream that I was being chased by a Cenobite from Hellraiser. My first form of defence was trying to grab a water pistol…

As far as I remember it starting, I was at the train station near my uni, there was a downsyndrome girl selling cuddly toys for charity, £5 I gave her a hug too after buying them. 

Living room with family, aunt jean was looking at prices of planes to go back to america. Family went to hospital and I decided to go out alone. Numerous news reports about disappearances and mutilations.

I had been getting premonitions and uncovering weird clues about a doll/carnival for some time, they were becoming more frequent. Doll was naked except for some hair and one eye. It was androgynous. 

Walking back from uni after buying another toy from good will? Took a wrong turn near a shooting range, walked back up and was confronted by a bunch of teenagers who then ‘started’ on me, told me to keep walking forward. I asked why so they could hit me from behind and they said yep, the leader who I can’t tell if it was a very girlish boy or a very boyish girl, came after me and I poped her right in the mouth. Continued walking and another one tried to hit me against a wall, I reversed it and slammed his head into the wall, my fingers even going under his scalp. They walked ahead of me and I saw the sheriff and some random redneck, I shouted again at my attempted attackers and let him know I apologised, just some kids acting like idiots. He offered me a ride to where I needed to get so I got on the back, (think The Walking Dead). Suddenly the redneck he was with disappeared, the entire countryside went dark and the horse went insane, I told him to make it run, as it ran we saw the clothes of the kids laying on the floor. I then fell off the horse next to a graveyard and both the sheriff and the horse got dragged away by shadows.

Flash forward to a graveyard, where I was found by a friend. We were sat infront of a grave and saw the date of death then said todays date, I said “There’s something watching” he said “I know” all of a sudden, the lights on the torch dimmed. Then we were grabbed all around by what was causing all this havoc, they were aliens were kind of like monkeys with night goggles. Had the consistensy of dry rubber. We were then abducted, saw the streets below us and eventually the earth. The beam left us paralysed. Woke up in what seemed like a bedroom, wooden furniture and blue colour scheem. I touched a wooden bedpost and the entire room lit up with carnival themed items and furniature, most notably a giant mural on the wall of the doll I had been experiencing visions of as well as other ‘sideshows’ with sins written underneath. Pods then opened up behind us as we saw the figures of those who had also been abducted, we broke open the pods and set them free, even the cunts who tried to attack me. (Mass Effect?)

The dream ended with as shit edit of the Nightmare Before Xmas where they cut the ending and the song just played over credits.

This will be the first entry into what I’m calling a ‘dream journal’, easier said than done because I can sleep through a train wreck plowing through the wall of my room, so hopefully I’ll be able to remember as much as possible.

Today I had two:

1) I was in a Home Economics class, my old secondary school teacher, Mrs. Burns was about to begin the class. She brings out a huge pig carcass and slaps it on a table. She announced to us that we were going to learn how to skin and prepare the meat. Lovely, I know. She even made a comment that “Ha ha look, it still has a lot of hairs attached.”. Making the best of a bad situation, I’m sure. Anyway, she begins to get elbow deep in pig meat, ripping off flesh and meat with her own two hands. This bitch was hungry. This is when I made the utterly horrific comment, “Miss, I dare you to eat the heart raw for £10.” she didn’t even think twice before ripping out the heart of the pig and chowing down on the arteries. What’s even more disturbing is that she said it was delicious and I could keep my money.  

2) Zombie apocalypse. ‘Nuff said. Me and my family were hiding out on an island with a bunch of other people, maybe about a population of 200 or so. Quite big, when eventually, you guessed it. the infestation somehow reached the island. Now with nowhere to go, we are pretty much left with no option but suicide (?). The military had taken command over the island, me and a few select other people who I have never seen before and my family (I think they were there anyway, they appear later on) have to dodge various zombies to reach the safety of the dock, hopefully there would be a boat to get us off the island. The zombies themselves just looked like drug addicts with panda eyes, I guess even my subconscious found a hard time getting a budget for the special effects. We eventually managed to reach the docking town, where we found many soldiers and civilians just hanging around, upon speaking to a few they told us that they were waiting to commit suicide before the infection reached them. One of them had a sponge for a face. I managed to somehow find an ex-friend whom I had fallen out with years ago who apologised to me to which I responded; “Kay, bye!”. There was an announcement that a few boats would be available for evacuation but space was limited. I rushed to the docking station with the company I was in to find it was a roller coaster queue where people were lining up. We reached the front where I was told by a woman who stamped my hand; “Have you been to Sydney? I love Australia”. I responded that I had not and she asked if I had any wrist bands on, I had one on each hand (Ew, I know). I took off the black one on my left hand and gave it to her, for some reason it said “Sydney, Australia” on it, fuck knows. Anyway, I rushed to the boats to find that one of my friends was on it, shouting my name and dancing to Steps’ ‘5, 6, 7, 8’, I’m just as confused as you are. Also, my dog was on board the boat, I shouted over to my family to join us as we opened champagne and set sail for adventure. While everyone else was killed. Yay?