eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this guy ain't no billy zane I’m a bit fucked up at the moment. It comes and goes in waves and tides. I had one of the most horrifying dreams I’ve ever had the other night. It was extremely vivid and I didn’t know I was dreaming at the time, I was very aware of my body and feelings. It’s sorta blurry, but I can remember some things. I was sitting on the gutter of a main street, at night. A bald man in his forties was sitting at a table in front of a café about 50m away from me, staring straight at me. I had my arms over my knees. Through the air the man was throwing knives and daggers at me, with a really sinister look on his face, enjoying the crack of my skull as the blades hit my head. I could feel blood drip down the side of my face. The pain was intense. I didn’t defend myself, I don’t know why. He stood up, and with a small axe, cut open the top of my head all around – like in Hannibal when he eats ray liotta’s brains. The blood was dripping down over my forehead, wet and dark. I tried not to let the darkness envelope me, scared that if I passed out I might not wake up again, I was sure that I was dying. I must have sat there for ages – a few hours, holding a napkin on my head, keeping my head together. Swaying from side to side, I tried to stay upright and ask someone for help, to please take me to a hospital, but no one would listen. They just kept walking past me, smiling, or completely ignoring me. I woke myself up wailing and tormented, clutching onto linzy. in his sleep he comforted me and eventually I caught the sleep bus again. It left me disturbed all fucking day yesterday. 10:38 a.m. - 2005-01-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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