Sunday, August 3
I don’t recall if I made a post about the zombie nightmare that involved almost every living person I know that I remember. There was this once though, sometime ago. And last night, I got another similar bad dream.
It was about a hell dog, not those 3 heads big brown or black dogs with spikey collars. But pink human flesh color that felts like squishy rubber that have a set of poisonous/viral teeth.
The bad dream started out to be a very adventurous and full of surprises type of dream. I was walking a path right outside a festival fun fair and many people brought their pet dogs along.
There are some super tiny dogs, some furry and big that is taller than me, some colorful ones and most of them are nice and wonderful, friendly, adorable and huggable.
The sweet dream turns into a nightmare at this point where I come across this pink ugly looking dog. With sharp jaws-like teeth, it was looking angry and full of hatred. On one look I know that the dog is nothing but bad, trouble and danger. That human flesh color didn’t help.
I didn’t know where I got the idea from, but I immediately warn the people nearby that if bitten by the dog, something bad will happen, like you might turn into something else or what. I just seems to know it.
The pink ugly dog started chasing me, looking like it has locked on my as his target. I ran, along with the others who realized that the dog is no cutey pet.
For some reason, again, a lot of people who seldom even come to my mind even a second flash, participated in my dreams. They became caring and kind people who I would sacrifice to protect. I gave them directions and help in escaping from the pink bad dog while tackling it.
Until now I can still remember the sound of the human flesh dog when I jump on it with a layer of cardboard in between. The texture of it when it went flat, but still struggling. Flat but not dead, it’s just waiting for me to get off so he can regain his normal 3D size. It has huge strength that could really topple me if I left myself open for just a little bit.
Smart and cunning at the same time, trapping us here and there, looking for loopholes in the group and waiting for its chance. Its chance to strike was always found on me for some reason, maybe because I was the main character of my own dream, thus the most dramatic one.
Stabbed by dagger, sliced by sword, hammered by … well… hammer and burnt by blazing flame. Nothing can stop it. I haven’t tried drowning, that might have worked, who knows.
The nightmare went on for a really long time, it didn’t feel like it was a nightmare. It felt like it was 10 nightmares that blended themselves and sculptured into one, whatever it was, it was nothing good.
The pink dog was still alive, people still running with my guidance (surprisingly I wasn’t a person without sense of direction in the dream ). I am still thinking of ways and using things that I could find around myself to tackle the dog, if possible, kill.
It was then that I heard a familiar tune. A music that symbolize the end of nightmare, a song that I always hope to hear when I was in the midst of nightmare ( like I could tell ). The music from the alarm I set on my phone before the nightmare started.
And then I realized, the very bad truth about the nightmare.
It freaking hell wasted the hours of my sleep almost completely and I felt like I haven’t sleep at all. Bloody pink dog.
So, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.
The next time you see the same pink dog that I’ve vaguely described above. Please, before you punch yourself out of that pointless nightmare, try drowning it a little and see if it can die. So it won’t appear in my dreams ever again.
