Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/4/2017
By MsBananaNanner
The goriest/most violent dream I've ever had. Ali and I were planning our move to Denver, but I hadn't told my parents yet because I was scared they would freak out. So it's like a few days before I'm going to have to leave so I know that I have to tell them. And when I do, my mom flips the frick out and goes totally psycho (she was also kind of just the really obnoxious ghost-aunt character from Goblin) so of course I flee town hella fast. And she's chasing me and sending all these people after me and I'm crying and trying to drive away and calling Ali while freaking out trying to tell her that I'm going to be murdered. And while I'm going down the highway I get t-boned by cop cars because they're after me, but I crawl out without anyone seeing me (it's night-time and dark) and hide at this diner parking lot. While I'm there I meet this dude who says he'll help me escape and says he'll give me a ride. So I crawl in the backseat and am holding on tight to his young daughter (I think they were running away from something too). I tell her to stay below the window line in the door, and I've got my hoodie pulled up tight around my face and everything. Of course eventually we have to stop even with trading off drivers every couple hundred miles, so we park at this hotel that's also part of a mall. Except that even though we bought a room, we are sleeping in the car because we know they'll be able to track our purchases and the room is our decoy. So during the night, these redneck gangs keep coming out of the woodwork and attacking the car with baseball bats and stuff. The little girl is crying and I'm screaming, and the dad guy is yelling from inside the hotel because he'd gone to get something, and then the gang people bust through the window and yank the girl away from me. And for whatever reason, this gang is just this really weird backwoods redneck family with like 20 kids (all the kids were like hella strong and scary though). So I launch myself out of the car car and yank this gang kid who is probably about 12 down to the pavement by her hair and bash her head into the concrete. And then a few more teen guys come at me so I wrench the baseball bat out of their hands and just wail on them. Like blood is everywhere, it's horrid. But all the other gang/family members are all still in their ratchet pickup truck laughing menacingly, watching. I finally get the little girl back and I'm trying to hide her behind me while getting her back to the car which would at least give some protection. And then they send out this like psycho six year old girl who is screaming at me and coming at me with knives, and also has a pink poodle with her. I know I need to keep my girl safe so we retreat to the hotel, and I'm still shielding her with my body. I manage to get the girl to her dad, and then I set to taking on psycho demon child. I use my same hair yanking technique, but her hair is like just ripping out of her head and it isn't even fazing her. She's screaming and trying to bite me, and finally I just like bodyslam her into the ground (mind you, everyone at the hotel is watching by now and everyone is horrified--they have no idea that this kid is trying to kill me, all they see is a grown woman beating up a child) and I just beat her to a freakin pulp with the bat, and my hands, and whatever I can grab. Finally she is dead, or at least unconscious, and totally disfigured and bloody. The rest of redneck gang family decides to stay in their truck now, but I still have to deal with stupid pink poodle. I am somehow in one if the hotel bathrooms, so I grab the poodle and bash it into the sink and the tile floor, and I can feel all it's bones breaking (oh god it was seriously the worst thing ever) and finally it is laying there, just barely alive. All it's legs are broken and it's whimpering so pitifully. I scoop it up, take it to the truck and give it to it's owners and then scream at them to never come near me or my friends again and they peal off into the night. Then I woke up practically in tears because frick I just murdered children and a dog in the most violent possible way (and could still feel everything because my dreams are super vivid and sensory) and wtf is wrong with my brain.