disturbing dream
31 Mar 2002 06:53 amuhm. i think i may have just had the grossest dream... ever. in the history of dreams that i have had.
ok. first of all, i think i was the omniscient narrator. i fact, i'm pretty sure i was God, watching this happen, or actually, having watched it and telling about it. the upshot is that this girl was a poor, broke little maid, and a psychopathic killer (but a v. rich high society one!) got her to marry him. the peak of the narrative was when they were walking through the bathroom downstairs and she looked up and saw a blood stain on the white ceiling.
her: there's a red stain on the ceiling in the bathroom.
him: *jumping* there is?
her: yes. maybe--
him: oh THAT. that's from, uhm, spilled paint...
her: it didn't look like paint... could it be... (duh duh) blood?
so then they go into town to do errands and when walking out of the bank she starts to ask him again and he magically produces a knife from nowhere (in the middle of the street, mind) and cuts her belly open. her small intestines spill out and he stuffs them back in one-handed, smiling angelically. (i, meanwhile, am thinking that she's SUCH a moron to have said anything about it to him). (well--she is.)
uhm.
ew. i feel like shit. bleh.
ok. first of all, i think i was the omniscient narrator. i fact, i'm pretty sure i was God, watching this happen, or actually, having watched it and telling about it. the upshot is that this girl was a poor, broke little maid, and a psychopathic killer (but a v. rich high society one!) got her to marry him. the peak of the narrative was when they were walking through the bathroom downstairs and she looked up and saw a blood stain on the white ceiling.
her: there's a red stain on the ceiling in the bathroom.
him: *jumping* there is?
her: yes. maybe--
him: oh THAT. that's from, uhm, spilled paint...
her: it didn't look like paint... could it be... (duh duh) blood?
so then they go into town to do errands and when walking out of the bank she starts to ask him again and he magically produces a knife from nowhere (in the middle of the street, mind) and cuts her belly open. her small intestines spill out and he stuffs them back in one-handed, smiling angelically. (i, meanwhile, am thinking that she's SUCH a moron to have said anything about it to him). (well--she is.)
uhm.
ew. i feel like shit. bleh.
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Date: 31 Mar 2002 04:12 am (UTC)this one was pretty darn cool! although, maybe you should lay off the scary movies for a while.
my computer is fucking me in the ear, my story is fucking me in the ear and it's really hot here.
you should come entertain me, I think.
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Date: 31 Mar 2002 01:15 pm (UTC)Random weird story of the day, courtesy of Match.