What’s cooking?
I stand outside “the house of death”. Something is wrong, and there are chills racing up and down my spine. For a moment I am immobilized with fear. I want to make a phone call to somebody, but as I go through my contacts list I realize nobody is around. Finally, I think of someone to call but their name escapes me before I can put that thought into action. The image of the person I wanted to call is that of a little girl. I try and think more on the image to help myself remember who I wanted to call, and the little girl’s features become sharper and more crisp. She opens her mouth and slowly begins smiling. Her teeth are all sharpened to a point, and they are covered in blood. I now am overcome with the urge to run.
I run away through the back of my neighbors lawn. Heading towards my house, their cat comes with me after first scratching me up very badly. With blood dripping down my legs and arms, I continue running through the back of their yard with the cat on my back. I look up into the sky, which paralyzes. I see UFOs in the sky. As I look closer their lights are making layers of brightly colors outlines in the sky. First there is an image of a devil, then a jester, then devil, and so on. The devil image particularly scared me, so I run faster into the back of my yard. The moonlight is so bright, I run towards the oak tree in order to high more easily. The car has morphed into my deceased dog. My dog wanders ahead of me and turns left instead of right. I can’t see him anymore, but I hear his shrieking barks, as if he were in great pain. This scares me more so I continue toward the house.
As I reach the driveway, my garage is to the right of me. The door is open, and I see a man inside holding a gun. I quickly run past him, towards the house door. I walk up the steps, while screaming, “Mom! Mom there are people here to get us! Get something, a gun, anything,” and just as I am about to grab the door, my mom comes out the door. She’s struggling to fight another man. I help her to try and kill him. We pick up this man together and begin to repeatedly throw his body as hard as humanly possible against the vinyl siding of the house. With each blow, blood sprays everywhere. The deck is soaked red; as are we. We continue hurling his body at the siding, and I look inside the house while doing so. In the entryway is a very large pressure cooker. It is the size of a human. Next to it, I see one of those barbecue forks that is three feet tall. It is covered in blood. I wonder what’s cooking.
Then I awake.
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