The Chainsaw (non-lucid - 01/06/09)
The Chainsaw (non-lucid - 01/06/09)
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My boyfriend and I are teenagers and are running from members of a cult and one of the men has a chainsaw.
My boyfriend has been looking after me and I realize that I have a mild case of retardation as my mouth has a very slight downward turn on one side.
We end up cornered in a warehouse with others who have run from the cult. One by one the man with the chainsaw selects someone and cuts them down in front of us.
When the man comes for me, my boyfriend pushes me behind him and pleads that he spare me, saying, "She's not right.. look at her mouth!"
The man reaches around and grabs my face roughly with his hand, turns it from side to side and says, "Oh yeah.. I see it.. her mouth."
My boyfriend remains still slightly in front of me, protecting me..
The man releases my face, looks to my boyfriend and says, "You said you wanted to become one of us".. and hands him the chainsaw.
My boyfriend takes the chainsaw and turns to face me..
The realization that I am about to die (and by whose hand) rushes cold through me. I start to run and my boyfriend gives chase. I hear the sound of the chainsaw coming close behind me.. the sound echoing hugely in the warehouse. In my panic, I trip over something.. and feel the blade bounce once and then rip deeply into my back. I let out an agonizing scream and roll over instinctively putting up my hands to protect myself.. only to have the blade cut off the tips of my fingers on my right hand.
I am hysterically screaming, crying and begging my boyfriend to please stop. I see in his eyes that he gets no pleasure in what he's doing.. perhaps he has no choice.. perhaps he is saving me from something much worse..
The scene changes and I can't tell if hours, days or months have passed.
I am sitting in a room and a group of children come in. A little girl comes up to me and begins to sweetly stroke my hair. A man from the cult comes up and snaps at her to get away from me. She looks up at him and he says, "She knows."
The little girl replies sadly, "She doesn't know anything".. and I begin to softly sob, tears rolling down my cheeks.
The dream ends..
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