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jenny:
in this dream i wasn’t myself. i was a half demon/half man type creature.

while i don’t remember dreaming about this, in my dream i had just killed an 8 year old boy and was going to modify my appearance to look like him and enter his school. my fingerprints were all over the gun i had used, but as long as i could believably pretend to be the boy, no one would know he was dead and no one would find me.

i’m scaling a rocky mountain. i keep wedging my scaly hands into the crevices to pull myself up but keep falling. i continue trying until i find an easier route that allows me to almost walk up the mountain. at the top of the mountain i find a bag with clothes to disguise myself in, blue contacts (the boys eyes were blue) a wand and a really sharp mini-axe. i quickly transform myself as two other students walk around the corner. at the top of the mountain was a doorway into the school. i enter with them.

i’m careful to imitate the boy’s mannerisms. he had a deformity in his feet that made him limp, so i tried to limp. i am so nervous about being caught and at the same time feel extremely guilty about killing the boy, but continue on. i can’t let myself be discovered.

i meet up with another half-demon/half-man who was my accomplice in the murder. he pulls out his sharp axe and asks where mine is. i pull mine out and touch the end of the blade- it’s extremely sharp. he laughs and asks if i’m ready. as i’m about to answer, a school administrator enters the room and notices the weapon in my accomplices hand. i pretend to not know what’s going on and the administrator walks over to the accomplice, extremely angry. the administrator’s eyes turn black–not just the center of the eye, but the whole eye. as he stares into my accomplice’s eyes, my accomplice dies. i scurry off to class.

after class, i’m walking in the hall, still taking great care to ensure i’m limping. a teacher keeps watching me oddly and i feel like my cover is blown. i’m sure they know i’m not the boy.

she walks over to me and asks me a few personal questions. she’s joined by the school principal who says, “it’s odd that usually your left toe is pointing in, but now your right toe is.” i’m sure at this point they know i’m not the boy. the teacher has tears in her eyes and starts screaming at me, “what did you do with him? where is he?” i’m still desperately trying to pretend i’m this boy.

she turns her back to me and when she turns back around, her whole eyes are black and tears are still coming out. she says, “it hurts me to do this, but i know you’re not him.” she pushes me back onto the hallway floor and pins my arms next to me. she’s staring into my eyes, trying to kill me but the blue contacts i put in are reflecting back her ‘killing’ gaze. i start snickering and say, “it’s not going to work. you should have asked sam about this before you tried.”

i wake up. i don’t know who sam is and this whole dream is just f’ing weird.