So back in the day I used to post snippits of my nightmares to try to find story inspiration, or cope with them in a theraputic way, or whatever. I think it's time to start that up again because I still have them. Constantly.
This one is a reoccurring dream. At least once per week.
I wake up and I am in my old High School Spanish room. It's dark. And it smells stale. Only the emergency lighting is on and circus music is playing over the intercom system. Only it's slow, and slightly distorted. I'm wearing Jeans, combat boots, a tee shirt, light jacket, and am armed with my pistol. There is a cut above my left eye with sticky, drying blood.
I get to my feet and look out the small glass window of the door and see other people huddled together across the hall in the Brittish Lit room. Faces I should recognize but can't. I draw my weapon and signal to them that I am coming over to them. Panic strikes their eyes as I open the door to my room. Unknown to me there is a goddamn clown waiting by my door, just out of view. As the door opens. This creepy fucker forces himself into the room. One hand is all Freddy Kreuger claws, the other is holding a baseball bat. He starts laughing menasingly and raises the bat to swing. I fire 3 rounds into his head and watch it deflate like beach ball. I bolt for the door to get to the other room and as soon as I am in the hallway, the creepy bastard has grown a new head and sunk his claws into my calf.
That's when I wake up....
Sweet Dreams everyone o_O