Have you ever had one of those dreams that's so freaking strange and EXTREMELY detailed that you had to dedicate an entire blog post to sharing it with the public? No? Okay, maybe it's just me.
But seriously, this dream was about five kinds of messed up.
It all started off at the house I share with my significant other. We continuously noticed, each day as we'd come home from work, that there'd be random gifts at the back door. Sometimes flowers, sometimes stuffed animals, but each gift always had a note attached and addressed to me.
At first, the notes were simplistic. They'd say things like, "To: Rein. From: your biggest fan", and the like. But as we continued coming home to gifts, the notes began to get more elaborate...and creepy...and graphic. I could feel myself becoming more and more uncomfortable with these gifts and notes, and at my boyfriend's suggestion we just began throwing them away (of course, being that this is Dream World, we didn't think to do the LOGICAL thing like call the police), and we simply carried on with our lives.
That is, until said "biggest fan" showed up at the house in person.
I came home from work alone one day to find a tall man with short blonde hair and a sick grin standing on the walkway from my garage to the back door. He was holding roses, and introduced himself to me as the secret admirer. He asked me if I would be interested in going on a date with him and said he had a very nice sports car parked in our alley.
I begin to internally freak the hell out, but remained calm when I explained to him that, while I'm flattered by his gifts, I am in a committed relationship and have no interest in changing that any time soon. He nods, seeming to understand, and goes away.
For whatever reason, that night the boyfriend and I have guests over at our home, including my parents. We hear a knock at the door and answer, innocently assuming it's just another party guest. NOPE. It's Mr. Biggest Fan, and for once he has no gifts to bring.
He steps into the living room and goes into this long-winded speech about why I should be with him - that he'd shower me in presents every day for as long as I lived and he'd give me anything my heart could possibly desire. I look around. Boyfriend is no longer anywhere to be found at this point, but my dad is, and dads make everything better.
My dad gets in this guy's face. He tells him he has no right to come into his daughter's home and attempt to lure her away from her family. He also calls the guy mentally unstable and demands that he leave before he calls the cops.
Then shit hits the fan. The guy goes beserk. He pulls out a switchblade and comes at both me and my dad. He stabs my dad in the shoulder.
He stabbed. My dad. In the shoulder.
Then he came at me. I moved just enough for him to miss stabbing me anywhere fatal. Instead the knife went into my arm. You ever have those dreams where you can really FEEL something happen? Yeah...somewhere in the back of my subconsious I knew how it felt to be stabbed, because I FELT that shit.
Biggest Fan and I begin wrestling each other for the knife. The entire time this is happening, I'm screaming for help, and no one is helping me. All of my party guests are still in the house, boyfriend is still no where in sight, and now my dad is missing too. But yep, totally on my own, because that's how nightmares work. It's me against this stalker psychopath. In my head, I could hear myself thinking (almost narrating, even), "So, this is it. This is how I'm going to die. I'm going to be stabbed to death repeatedly in my own home by a psychotic fan. Fate, you're cruel..."
I didn't die though. SOMEHOW I was able to out-muscle him. This would never have happened in real life, but Dream Rein is apparently the Hulk. Once I got the knife you'd better believe I stabbed the daylights out of him. Real Me is quite proud of Dream Me for that one.
Absolute insanity. There was no way I couldn't share this with all of you. I believe in dream interpretation and everything, but I have no clue what the universe would be trying to tell me with something like THAT. Hopefully you all at least got a kick out of the hell that is my subconsious.
On a happy note, the dream did end with me going on to emcee a beauty pageant with a member of the Blacklist. I had a scar on my arm (that I only noticed because my co-host mentioned that I seemed to be healing up nicely), but I still looked damn good. And clearly that's all that matters.
-Rein
I've had hella vivid fucked up dreams like that! I've been shot in the shoulder, i've had children... yes, CHILDREN... stab me in the belly button with nails... and a few other assortments of horror... also, which Blacklist member was it that you dreamed about?? lol
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