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ladynox25This second dream contains some rather disturbing and even disgusting images. If you're looking for material for a horror novel, feel free to borrow.
The dream was in three distinct parts, connected to each other but with intermissions between them. The first part was fairly brief. It was the middle of the night and there was what I have to describe as a sort of impound lot, like you might see in an inner city, that contained cars and other vehicles kept behind a hurricane fence. Except that this lot also had a train in it. Yes, a train, a locomotive engine and some cars, and a track that led out of the lot through a gate. In my dream, three or four guys were engaged in stealing this train. To do so, they piled up and arranged some of the other vehicles in the lot, including some heavy construction equipment, ala Evil Knievel and used them as a ramp to jump over the gate. Why they couldn't have just rammed their way through the gate, I don't know. In the dream, I was sitting in a car at an intersection that was right next to the lot. In the car were a handful of people, including my parents. Next to us was a pickup truck, supercharged and decked out in the highest of high redneck styles, with all the muscle amenities you can think of. In this pickup were maybe three or four guys that none of us in the car knew. For some reason the guys in the pickup creeped me out. Both vehicles were sitting at the intersection when the train roared over the gate. Immediately, both the car I was in and the pickup started after it, in spite of the fact that none of us were police. Even in my dream this didn't make any sense to me. The guys in the pickup seemed particularly eager, turning on their high beams and the four spotlights that they had mounted over the cab. However, despite the fact that IRL cars can and do catch up to trains all the time, in the dream neither vehicle was able to catch up to the train.
There was an intermission here and the second part began in the daylight, so obviously some time had passed. The sky was cloudy. The people who had been in the car with me were now out of the car and we were standing in some sort of field. I had the impression we had traveled some distance on foot; at least the car was no longer visible. The landscape was reminiscent of rural east Texas, but there were more hills and also more oaks and less pines than you typically find around here. I was thinking it was an amalgam of east Texas and southwestern Virginia, where I went to college. Anyway. We were in this field, surrounded by woods, with the field sloping up ahead of us into a hill. We were still looking for the guys who stole the train, and I still thought it was a crazy idea. The guys from the pickup were nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, we saw things lying in this field. As we got closer we could see that they were kangaroos. Yes, I said kangaroos, which to the best of my knowledge are native to Australia, not Texas *or* Virginia. They weren't the big red or grey kangaroos, but looked more like wallabies. Anyway.
The thing is, they were dead, all of them. There were maybe five or six. And they had been brutalized. One of them had its head cut off but the cut was such that it had entered at the base of the neck in the back and exited below the sternum (or whatever it's called on kangaroos), so that the entire bust of the animal had been sliced away. Another was missing both its arms. Pieces of kangaroos were tied up in some of the trees with ropes. There was blood smeared all over the grass. Some of the people I was with, including one who looked a lot like one of the guys I work with, started to untie the pieces of kangaroo that were hung in the trees. Everyone was angry and shocked and decided that the guys from the train had done this (why I don't know). However, for some reason I don't understand I *knew* that they were wrong. It wasn't the guys from the train who had done this, but the guys from the pickup. At this point, I *really* didn't want to be doing this anymore, but since I had no access to any vehicle to get the hell out of there, I really had no choice but to stay with the group. I thought that maybe the pickup guys were out there and I didn't want to be killed like the kangaroos had.
There was a second intermission here. When the third part began, I don't know how much time had passed, because it was still cloudy, but we were not in the field anymore. We were at some sort of building that I have a hard time describing. It was in part like a utilitarian building such as you might find on a military base or college campus, all grey concrete in rough squarish shapes. But it was also in part like what you might think of as a castle or old ruined abbey in Europe, with rough grey stone blocks, spiral staircases, turrets and crenelations. Whatever it was, it was clearly ruined. There were holes in the walls and roof, vines growing up the sides, leaves and cobwebs everywhere. Apparently the people I was with had come here still looking for the guys who stole the train. Why they thought they would be here, I don't know. What surprised me is that this building is the kind of place you know black widows, brown recluses, and poisonous snakes live in. My mom hates all three and yet she was as gung-ho as the rest of the people in my dream to go in. (I think I mentioned before that my parents were part of the people I was with.) Anyway.
We had gone up to an upper floor, and I was even more reluctant than before to be doing this, but still deciding to stick with the group rather than get separated and risk who knows what fate. I stood in this chamber really trying not to touch anything while the group searched some nearby rooms. I remember there being cobwebs all over the place, including the floor, which also had dead leaves everywhere and lots of big black beetle carcasses, about an inch and a half long. Finally, the group decided that they wouldn't find anything and started to go down the stairs. I was the last one and when I turned to leave I felt a sharp pain on the top of my right foot. I said, "Ow! Ow! Ow!' and someone asked if I was okay. I went down the stairs and sat on the bottom one and said "Something bit me."
Now, if I were to go into a building like that, I would make it a precaution to at least wear sturdy shoes that covered my entire foot, or maybe boots. I'm sure I wouldn't wear anything that left the top of my foot vulnerable to being bit or stung by an insect. But that's what it felt like. I looked at the top of my foot and saw a little lump just under the skin. At that point, I felt something in my mouth which was growing in size and starting to choke me. I opened my mouth, reached inside and pulled it out. When I saw what it was, I threw it on the floor in shock and disgust. It was a long white worm, like a roundworm, about a quarter of an inch across and four or five inches long, all curled up into a spring. I knew that somehow whatever stung or bit me had infected me with this parasite and now it was coming out through my orifices. (This one had come out through one of my salivary glands.)
It was at this point that I forced myself to wake up. I sat up in bed and told myself, I am *NOT* dreaming any more of this. It is getting too weird and too disturbing. Then I lay down again and went back to sleep, and I don't remember any more dreams that night.
The dream was in three distinct parts, connected to each other but with intermissions between them. The first part was fairly brief. It was the middle of the night and there was what I have to describe as a sort of impound lot, like you might see in an inner city, that contained cars and other vehicles kept behind a hurricane fence. Except that this lot also had a train in it. Yes, a train, a locomotive engine and some cars, and a track that led out of the lot through a gate. In my dream, three or four guys were engaged in stealing this train. To do so, they piled up and arranged some of the other vehicles in the lot, including some heavy construction equipment, ala Evil Knievel and used them as a ramp to jump over the gate. Why they couldn't have just rammed their way through the gate, I don't know. In the dream, I was sitting in a car at an intersection that was right next to the lot. In the car were a handful of people, including my parents. Next to us was a pickup truck, supercharged and decked out in the highest of high redneck styles, with all the muscle amenities you can think of. In this pickup were maybe three or four guys that none of us in the car knew. For some reason the guys in the pickup creeped me out. Both vehicles were sitting at the intersection when the train roared over the gate. Immediately, both the car I was in and the pickup started after it, in spite of the fact that none of us were police. Even in my dream this didn't make any sense to me. The guys in the pickup seemed particularly eager, turning on their high beams and the four spotlights that they had mounted over the cab. However, despite the fact that IRL cars can and do catch up to trains all the time, in the dream neither vehicle was able to catch up to the train.
There was an intermission here and the second part began in the daylight, so obviously some time had passed. The sky was cloudy. The people who had been in the car with me were now out of the car and we were standing in some sort of field. I had the impression we had traveled some distance on foot; at least the car was no longer visible. The landscape was reminiscent of rural east Texas, but there were more hills and also more oaks and less pines than you typically find around here. I was thinking it was an amalgam of east Texas and southwestern Virginia, where I went to college. Anyway. We were in this field, surrounded by woods, with the field sloping up ahead of us into a hill. We were still looking for the guys who stole the train, and I still thought it was a crazy idea. The guys from the pickup were nowhere to be seen. All of a sudden, we saw things lying in this field. As we got closer we could see that they were kangaroos. Yes, I said kangaroos, which to the best of my knowledge are native to Australia, not Texas *or* Virginia. They weren't the big red or grey kangaroos, but looked more like wallabies. Anyway.
The thing is, they were dead, all of them. There were maybe five or six. And they had been brutalized. One of them had its head cut off but the cut was such that it had entered at the base of the neck in the back and exited below the sternum (or whatever it's called on kangaroos), so that the entire bust of the animal had been sliced away. Another was missing both its arms. Pieces of kangaroos were tied up in some of the trees with ropes. There was blood smeared all over the grass. Some of the people I was with, including one who looked a lot like one of the guys I work with, started to untie the pieces of kangaroo that were hung in the trees. Everyone was angry and shocked and decided that the guys from the train had done this (why I don't know). However, for some reason I don't understand I *knew* that they were wrong. It wasn't the guys from the train who had done this, but the guys from the pickup. At this point, I *really* didn't want to be doing this anymore, but since I had no access to any vehicle to get the hell out of there, I really had no choice but to stay with the group. I thought that maybe the pickup guys were out there and I didn't want to be killed like the kangaroos had.
There was a second intermission here. When the third part began, I don't know how much time had passed, because it was still cloudy, but we were not in the field anymore. We were at some sort of building that I have a hard time describing. It was in part like a utilitarian building such as you might find on a military base or college campus, all grey concrete in rough squarish shapes. But it was also in part like what you might think of as a castle or old ruined abbey in Europe, with rough grey stone blocks, spiral staircases, turrets and crenelations. Whatever it was, it was clearly ruined. There were holes in the walls and roof, vines growing up the sides, leaves and cobwebs everywhere. Apparently the people I was with had come here still looking for the guys who stole the train. Why they thought they would be here, I don't know. What surprised me is that this building is the kind of place you know black widows, brown recluses, and poisonous snakes live in. My mom hates all three and yet she was as gung-ho as the rest of the people in my dream to go in. (I think I mentioned before that my parents were part of the people I was with.) Anyway.
We had gone up to an upper floor, and I was even more reluctant than before to be doing this, but still deciding to stick with the group rather than get separated and risk who knows what fate. I stood in this chamber really trying not to touch anything while the group searched some nearby rooms. I remember there being cobwebs all over the place, including the floor, which also had dead leaves everywhere and lots of big black beetle carcasses, about an inch and a half long. Finally, the group decided that they wouldn't find anything and started to go down the stairs. I was the last one and when I turned to leave I felt a sharp pain on the top of my right foot. I said, "Ow! Ow! Ow!' and someone asked if I was okay. I went down the stairs and sat on the bottom one and said "Something bit me."
Now, if I were to go into a building like that, I would make it a precaution to at least wear sturdy shoes that covered my entire foot, or maybe boots. I'm sure I wouldn't wear anything that left the top of my foot vulnerable to being bit or stung by an insect. But that's what it felt like. I looked at the top of my foot and saw a little lump just under the skin. At that point, I felt something in my mouth which was growing in size and starting to choke me. I opened my mouth, reached inside and pulled it out. When I saw what it was, I threw it on the floor in shock and disgust. It was a long white worm, like a roundworm, about a quarter of an inch across and four or five inches long, all curled up into a spring. I knew that somehow whatever stung or bit me had infected me with this parasite and now it was coming out through my orifices. (This one had come out through one of my salivary glands.)
It was at this point that I forced myself to wake up. I sat up in bed and told myself, I am *NOT* dreaming any more of this. It is getting too weird and too disturbing. Then I lay down again and went back to sleep, and I don't remember any more dreams that night.
