Mortan's Fork

Date: 4/21/2016

I'm 'driving' in the way you drive in dreams, not really going anywhere. Aware of everything and not knowing what the fuck is going on simultaneously. As I approach an intersection, I see that many cars are strewn along the road. I slow down and come to a standstill a way back. There is someone sitting upon a male's chest, their hands on the man's face as he screams in agony, but I'm too far away to see what he's doing. Eventually he stands as the other mans sobs quiet, and he kind of melts (fades into?) the pavement. The man who had faded now reappears in the distance, unmoving and resembling his attacker. I watch as the attacker then moves to a car and lures a woman out of her car, even though I'm sure she just witnessed the same thing that I did. As she opens her car door, the stranger drags her out and forces her to the ground. The person claws at her face, and begins to dig her eyes out of their sockets as she screams and cries. They then stitch the sockets closed with some black thread, over and over until the space her eyes used to be are a black space and I can see her struggling just to breath. Too exhausted to fill her lungs. She then fades and reappears a ways behind the first victim. Without needing to look, I know that in the distance surrounding this space are other victims observing this scene with emotionless expressions. The stranger now looks directly at me, with the same stitched eyes as the others. Naturally, my car won't move or lock, like all nice fucking nightmares. The come up to my door rip it open. Without saying anything they wrap their cold, bony hands around my throat. "Why?" I croak, desperately Without their face moving an inch, what I assume was their voice, responded. "You cannot be hurt." With that they dragged me to the ground and I awoke.