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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Nightmare
I’ve been having the same horrifying nightmare for almost a week now. I’m chained down to a metal table and a man wearing a welding mask is laughing like a psychopath while sawing my arms off.
First he started with my left arm, and for three nights in a row he sawed little by little until I’d wake up in cold sweats. By the end of the third night he had sawed it completely off. Then he started cutting away at my right arm.
Before I woke up this morning he had just finished cutting that completely off. The pain always feels so visceral too. With each slide of the blade I would scream out in pain. But the weirdest thing is ever since I’ve started having this nightmare, weird stuff has been happening in my real life too. Unexplainable things.
Like I’ll be watching television and look down at my phone really quick and when I look up the channel will be changed. One time the T.V. was just turned completely off. The other day I was hanging out with my friend and all of a sudden he was gone. I called him and he acted like we weren’t just hanging out. I must be losing my mind due to lack of sleep.
Anyway, I’m about to go to sleep now. I just took some sleeping medicine so hopefully I’ll sleep through the night. I don’t even feel the effects of the medicine but I still manage to fall asleep rather quickly.
Of course I’m now on that metal table with both of my arms missing. The psychopath was sitting patiently in a chair waiting for me, as if my subconscious didn’t want me to miss a minute of agony. He picked up the saw and put his welding mask back on.
He walked up to me and said, “Today we start the legs, but if you keep passing out this is going to take a very long time…..”
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Credits to: Sage (short-horror-hits.tumblr.com)
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