Thread: Old victorian house and missing arm.

I lived in a very large old victorian house with a spiraling staircase, but it wasnt circular, it was squared off. I remember chasing my mom down the stairs which seemed endless. For some reason i wouldnt let myself lose sight or her either, i just ran faster and faster trying to keep up with her. Reaching the bottom she was suddenly not there but i didnt realize while i was dreaming. Instead im am looking at a school buddy, matthew gough. He laughs at me and then i turn to find another person, Eric Johnson. He tells me that its okay to cut off my arm.

I awoke, or i may have faded into this next dream. I was in the back of a classroom. It was a random classroom i had never seen before, everything was foggy around me except for one person sitting next to me, justin courage. For some reason i was halfway through cutting my own arm off. He stares at me in amazement. At this point i say "how am i going to get through the bone?". He doesnt pay much attention to this. I then for some reason have a little pocket knife in my hand and put the knife to my exposed bone. I start yelling and begin cutting. I yell because i expect it to hurt but it doesnt so i stop yelling. I then simply remove my arm without and blood. I lay the arm in the desk infront of me with TWO HANDS! At the time this made sense. I then look down to find my arm is infact missisng from above my elbow. I look to justin courage to see his face is flushed and red and he has a look of discust on his face and says "dude your f***ing nuts, your moms gonna kill you!". I begin to feel regret and then wake myself up hopeing it is infact a dream.