Post by Terenzio DeVito on Jun 5, 2010 0:47:37 GMT -5
The cause for my nightmare? Wrong Turn. Don't know it? Here's a summary: Well, it's about these backwoods cannibals that will catch people as they come into the woods, kill them [in various bloody ways], and chop them up in order to eat them. Rather gruesome, actually.
[Copied and pasta'd by yours truly. Like all of this, pretty much. |D]
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Anyways, in my dream one of my best friends and I went out to go hang out somewhere early in the morning. Like, about 7 we got up to go. I didn't know where we were going, I think we were just driving around for the hell of it, and we came upon this wide, well-traveled back road. It turned to dirt and gravel after not too long and for some ungodly reason we stopped at some random house and looked around.
Well, we walked into the garage [and the door was closed, but I guess we walked through it or something? I'unno.] and we saw a shitton of trash bags and clear crates with chopped up body parts in it, along with this plump looking lady with a really fucking creepy smile. She also had a big fucking butcher's knife in her hand and was chopping up some blond-haired chick. o.e
And then suddenly, it was me, Yar, and our other best friend [she doesn't come on here but she'd love yall] and the lady was talking. She said something about there being fresh prey out in the woods or something, and that her husband would get it. We all looked over our shoulders and saw this massive block of a man with a machete walking past us with this half-blank, half-excited look on his face. Well, we were freaked out and like, "Ohfuckingshit. TT^TT". But, somehow, I managed to not have a outward heart attack and kept calm [at least externally. We all seemed to manage pretty well, but I could tell that Yar and Bee were panicking inside. Hell, I was panicking inside.]
I waited until the guy was gone, then told my friends on the count of three to throw the garage door open and run to my car, which had somehow gotten there. Luckily it seemed we were all already on the same page before I even said anything. |D At first we had been in my friend's car, which is just that: a car. I have a CRV.
Anyways, we talked to the lady, kept her from attacking us [although she seemed to be taking her time, didn't seem to think we would make a run for it or anything]. When she started repeating, "Nobody listens to techno" and getting really serious about it, we inched back against the garage door and all got a foothold somewhere. Then, I hooked my heel under the latch on the garage and kicked it up with the help of Yar and Bee.
Luckily, the garage was well-oiled so it was damn near silent when opening. Then, we made a run for it and all of us jumped into my car. Yar 'bout had a heart attack because the doors were locked, and after we all scrambled in I locked the doors and turned it on. Then I saw the husband dude coming for us and gunned it.
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You know how, when you REALLY REALLY REALLY need to get away, everything is REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING SLOW? Yeah, my car didn't want to pick up speed at all.
Well, we passed the husband dude [still going really slow] and saw the rest of his retarded fucking family driving up in the rickety old van. This is when I started feeling like Rohj/Trin. I was like, "Oh fuck, no. You sons of bitches are NOT going to get me and my friends. D<" And then I was driving my dad's truck, and I was flooring it and heading straight for the van. I rammed right into the damn thing, and flung it back across the road. Then, still gunning it, I flew down the old dirt road [going probably about 80, if I think about it. I know that I hit that damn van going at least 50. I was fuckin' FLYIN'.] and swerved around other people who were out and about. The cannibal family followed us for a while, but their piece of shit van couldn't keep up with us and we managed to leave them in the dust.
By this time, I was beginning to wake up and you know how when you begin to wake up you start feeling like you're watching something? Yeah, I started feeling like this about halfway through the drive away. And I distinctly remember making it home, letting my dad know what the fuck had happened, and I also remember feeling REALLY fucking happy to know that a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE fucking group of like, Force Recon Marines stormed the place and just opened all Hell on the area. SWAT was there, too. I remember seeing a ton of their vans. |D And then, once everything had been killed, the area was bombed to ensure no survivors. =|
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And that was my nightmare that woke me up at 6 exactly and that will undoubtedly keep me up for the rest of the day. At the end is where I began to feel like Rohj and Trin, as that calm, level head and bold, pissed-off actions were a mixture of them both. Believe it or not, Trinell and Rohjyx are a LOT alike and, if they weren't on opposite sides, they'd be damn great friends. XDDDD
ALSO! PEEPS! Post your weird dreams here! We'd love to know what kind of crack dreams our fellow members have. |3
[Copied and pasta'd by yours truly. Like all of this, pretty much. |D]
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Anyways, in my dream one of my best friends and I went out to go hang out somewhere early in the morning. Like, about 7 we got up to go. I didn't know where we were going, I think we were just driving around for the hell of it, and we came upon this wide, well-traveled back road. It turned to dirt and gravel after not too long and for some ungodly reason we stopped at some random house and looked around.
Well, we walked into the garage [and the door was closed, but I guess we walked through it or something? I'unno.] and we saw a shitton of trash bags and clear crates with chopped up body parts in it, along with this plump looking lady with a really fucking creepy smile. She also had a big fucking butcher's knife in her hand and was chopping up some blond-haired chick. o.e
And then suddenly, it was me, Yar, and our other best friend [she doesn't come on here but she'd love yall] and the lady was talking. She said something about there being fresh prey out in the woods or something, and that her husband would get it. We all looked over our shoulders and saw this massive block of a man with a machete walking past us with this half-blank, half-excited look on his face. Well, we were freaked out and like, "Ohfuckingshit. TT^TT". But, somehow, I managed to not have a outward heart attack and kept calm [at least externally. We all seemed to manage pretty well, but I could tell that Yar and Bee were panicking inside. Hell, I was panicking inside.]
I waited until the guy was gone, then told my friends on the count of three to throw the garage door open and run to my car, which had somehow gotten there. Luckily it seemed we were all already on the same page before I even said anything. |D At first we had been in my friend's car, which is just that: a car. I have a CRV.
Anyways, we talked to the lady, kept her from attacking us [although she seemed to be taking her time, didn't seem to think we would make a run for it or anything]. When she started repeating, "Nobody listens to techno" and getting really serious about it, we inched back against the garage door and all got a foothold somewhere. Then, I hooked my heel under the latch on the garage and kicked it up with the help of Yar and Bee.
Luckily, the garage was well-oiled so it was damn near silent when opening. Then, we made a run for it and all of us jumped into my car. Yar 'bout had a heart attack because the doors were locked, and after we all scrambled in I locked the doors and turned it on. Then I saw the husband dude coming for us and gunned it.
. . .
You know how, when you REALLY REALLY REALLY need to get away, everything is REALLY REALLY REALLY FUCKING SLOW? Yeah, my car didn't want to pick up speed at all.
Well, we passed the husband dude [still going really slow] and saw the rest of his retarded fucking family driving up in the rickety old van. This is when I started feeling like Rohj/Trin. I was like, "Oh fuck, no. You sons of bitches are NOT going to get me and my friends. D<" And then I was driving my dad's truck, and I was flooring it and heading straight for the van. I rammed right into the damn thing, and flung it back across the road. Then, still gunning it, I flew down the old dirt road [going probably about 80, if I think about it. I know that I hit that damn van going at least 50. I was fuckin' FLYIN'.] and swerved around other people who were out and about. The cannibal family followed us for a while, but their piece of shit van couldn't keep up with us and we managed to leave them in the dust.
By this time, I was beginning to wake up and you know how when you begin to wake up you start feeling like you're watching something? Yeah, I started feeling like this about halfway through the drive away. And I distinctly remember making it home, letting my dad know what the fuck had happened, and I also remember feeling REALLY fucking happy to know that a HUUUUUUUUUUUGE fucking group of like, Force Recon Marines stormed the place and just opened all Hell on the area. SWAT was there, too. I remember seeing a ton of their vans. |D And then, once everything had been killed, the area was bombed to ensure no survivors. =|
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And that was my nightmare that woke me up at 6 exactly and that will undoubtedly keep me up for the rest of the day. At the end is where I began to feel like Rohj and Trin, as that calm, level head and bold, pissed-off actions were a mixture of them both. Believe it or not, Trinell and Rohjyx are a LOT alike and, if they weren't on opposite sides, they'd be damn great friends. XDDDD
ALSO! PEEPS! Post your weird dreams here! We'd love to know what kind of crack dreams our fellow members have. |3