Night of October 27

Dream:

So last night I had something of a disturbing sort of dream. I'm not sure if it's because of this violent imagery that I've been recalling from previous dreams that are influencing my sleep, but something must be going on, because I haven't had this many gory dreams at once like this.

Anyway, onto the dream. I can't tell you where it started, or what sparked it, but I recall being outside walking down a path that I've seen many times in my dream. The exact location is outside my town of Shartlesville, but instead of the land leading to a bank, a highway turn off and a restaurant, there are patches of greenery, forests and fields. The thing is, in every time I've had a dream that took place in this certain setting, I've always felt threatened, or felt like there was something coming after me. Negativity has surrounded that place when I sleep.

So I was walking down these embankments, following my friend Nate whom I've been chatting to online. I was walking behind him, and he was leading me by his hand, a dark little smirk on his face.

The day was nice actually. It seemed like it was early evening, and everything would have been beautiful if it wasn't for these washed out colors. The grass, though should have been green, was a faded green, worn down as if it has been aged. Water flowed between embankments as if they were irrigation ditches, and a wind was blowing.

In moments, Nate disappeared and I was left with facing a wall of photographs. I was still outside though. Apparently, the photographs were tagged with letters, representing times that we've talked up until this point. It was as if I was sifting through a box of memories, each letter bringing up a moment between us. Though we never met and don't have an extensive history, the dream made it out to be that we did.

Letters would appear before me one by one, sometimes with photos, sometimes photos without letters. One in particular though stuck out, and is the only photograph I remember.

I held it up, and the background was a dark navy blue. It took place in a warehouse I believe, and for a moment, I actually transcended into the photograph. Hanging on meat hooks were naked human bodies, two of them. On the floor, I saw something else, or I thought it was something else. Pulling up this thing, I realized it was a cleaned carcass of another human, blood just pooling in the center of where all the organs would be in the torso. I dropped it in fear, and heard the blood slosh across the floor.

I came back outside of the photograph with a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Afterwards, I woke up because my roommate came in to get ready for class.