The Dream Reel

Dreams are those funny images, sights, smells and stories that our subconscious shares with us while we're sleeping.
My dreams, however, are short films of almost unspeakably vivid events.
Let's take a look at last night's dream.......

I'm in the basement of what appears to be a school. I think it's a university, purely because I feel that I'm still 26.
There are some people down there with me, music is playing but I can't make out the genre. I walked further into the basement, towards the back of it. There's boilers and plumbing tubes on the roof. It's dark, mainly because of all the equipment.
I walked down an improvised corridor to the large dead end room. There are people there. I couldn't make out what they were doing so I walked into the room. There seemed to be three or four couples. I couldn't tear my eyes off the couple in the middle of the room. Their bodies were glistening, vicious moans escaped from the woman's snarling mouth. That's when I noticed she was naked, laying belly down on the cold, and presumably dirty, floor. She lifted herself up onto her hands and knees, that's when I noticed the man behind her. He was equally snarly but there was a kind of insanity in his eyes. He too was naked and sweaty. He roughly grabbed hold of the woman's hips and thrust violently into her. I turned away at that point and, almost running, returned to the vacant front area of the basement. I looked behind me, calming down when I realised they didn't notice me.

At this point I knew there was some transference into a movie. I knew how things would happen when I climbed the stairs. I went up anyway.

I reached the door at the top of the stairs. It was yellow with a huge window in the middle. I guessed it was for safety reasons. As I got closer to the door I could hear the screams of panic from the people on the other side. I looked through the window and saw the face of anarchy and chaos.
People were running for their lives, screaming hysterically, sliding and crashing into each other as they slipped on the blood streaks on the floor. One girl came running up to the door, banged on it ferociously to be let in before her panicked brain made her run away again.
I just stood there, knowing I would go out into the chaos. I opened the door, uncertain I wanted to go through with this. I walked through the open doorway.

I found myself in a quiet hallway in what appeared to be a metal shop. There were about four middle aged men just ahead of me. They were mumbling about a serial, psycho, madman trying to kill everyone at the school.
Instinctively I knew I had to hide so I gathered the men together and we all hid behind some crude crates filled with metal work parts. I was able to see through a gap in one of the crates and saw a metal frame that would perfectly hide us. The crates would look like no one was near them if the metal frame was in front of them.
I decided we had to be hidden so I dashed out and dragged the frame in position. I surveyed my handiwork before hearing slow, measured footsteps. I immediately hid behind my crate.
One of the rounded up men panicked and ran out of his hiding place, just as the measured-pace man rounded the corner. The panicked man was cut in half by the blade in the psycho's hand. I watched the psycho's face the whole time, a calm kind of taking over my body. The psycho was smiling and looking right at my crate. I knew he could see me so I did the only thing I could think of; I closed my eyes.
The psycho rounded up the three remaining men and myself. He used the frame to keep us all locked in place. Then, for some reason, he started humming, looked at me and said "I'll come back for you my precious" and proceeded to skewer the men with a long metal pipe. I just stared at the dark haired, quite handsome yet scary, man.
He went down to the basement after winking at me.

I was stunned into stupidity before my senses returned. I had to get out of this place and get to safety. Squirming with all my ability I managed to wriggle out of the mini jail. I ran. I kept running even as I saw that everyone was now dead. Blood was everywhere.
The damn building seemed like a maze as I kept trying to find my way out. After periods of running then hiding and more running I finally found the entrance.
I stopped. Stunned. There was a small group of students at the large ornate entrance. I stood on the top of the stairs looking down at the milling students while I gasped for breath. The entrance was paved with marble and was a fan shape. The front of the building completely covered with glass. The entrance was grand for a uni building. I remembered why I was running and I jolted into action. I knew by this stage the man wouldn't be far behind me. I deliberately went out of my way to make sure I didn't hit any of the students as I rushed passed. I had to get out those front doors. I just knew I would be safe then.
I reached the doors and panting heavily I strolled through them and walked right into someone. I looked up and saw that evil, smiling face looking down at me.
His hair was dark and slightly wavy, short but long enough for the waves to show. His blue eyes sparkled with insanity and hunger. His face was handsome with a long straight nose, perfectly proportioned cheekbones and the kind of mouth romance novels spend 100 pages explaining. Part of me was struck dumb as this handsome, okay GORGEOUS, man stood in front of me. The other part of me kept screaming at my legs and feet to move. The latter won. I ran, again.
From a fair distance behind me I could hear the radiant, if slightly crazy, sound of his laughter. I knew then that I wasn't going to survive.
I ran to the bike shed, on the far left hand side of the grounds, a good kilometre from the grand entrance. I stopped to catch my breath and tried to rest my aching muscles. I was leaning against the brick wall of the shed when I realised he was already there. I didn't run, not any more.
He walked right up to me, completely ignoring my personal space (which I guess psycho's get to do) and he smiled. This smile was without all the crazy inferences. This smile actually made my traitorous heart flutter.
I realised that he smelled rather intoxicatingly good, overpowering the smell of blood and gore that was inevitably on his clothes.
I somehow managed to peel myself off the wall, pushed past him and sat down on the low wooden fence opposite the shed. He was surprised that I had the audacity to push past him, but it was only a flicker of annoyance across his gorgeous face.
About ten minutes passed while I sat and he just stood there staring at me. It was me who broke the silence.
"I know you're going to kill me. So just get it over with. You've made your point already."
He stepped closer to me and stood just to my left, still seeming composed and without insanity.
I could feel him look down at me and I could feel his excitement, sadness and even pity. The pity made me angry and I stood up to face him. That's when I glimpsed the vast silver thing. He was carrying a broadsword. I shuddered involuntarily but stood my ground.
This time he spoke "All those people died because of you. I only came for you." He actually touched my face with his free left hand. I continued to hold my ground.
"Fine, they died because of me. Just get it over with. I'm sick of playing your stupid game." I almost spat those last words at him. Anger consumed his beautiful face and he raised his right arm above his head while I lowered my head to bare my neck. With quick, seemingly inhuman speed he sliced. I felt the iron bite into my neck, I heard the crunch of steel cutting through bone and I felt my body lurch forward onto my knees. My hands out in front of me, I fell into them while my head finally detached and actually rolled off somewhere to my right. Somehow I was still conscious.

Disappointment and an incredible anger consumed me as I realised I was forever stuck in my body, even after mortal injuries. Somewhere in my now severed psyche I realised I had to play dead, so I did.

He picked me up, chuckling, and fetched my head, carried me to his ute and gently placed me on the tray. We drove off. I think I fell asleep or passed out.
The next thing I knew I was lying in an empty bathtub, naked. There were a whole heap of psycho's around me now and I was actually upset that I couldn't see him. The group of psycho's were commenting on the "fine specimen" he brought back and how much my meat would get at market. It was at this point I realised my head was reattached and, to make everything more fun, I could move.
After an hour of crooning and complimenting my killer the group filed out the bathroom door, conveniently leaving him behind. Instead of a sword in his hands he now had a kind of grater, a flesh from bone separator. He was talking to me as if I were still alive, he didn't realise of course, as he started to de-flesh my left leg. Luckily I didn't feel any pain although I knew what he was doing would cause excruciating agony.
He stopped after getting a strip of flesh from my ankle to my knee. Examining the strip he put down the grater-thing and went to show the other psycho's. I was alone so I lifted my head to see what he'd done to me. I didn't bleed for some reason and my leg was already healing. After a few moments all that remained was an indent that looked remarkably like I'd leaned against a table leg for too long. It was about this time I started to wonder what the hell was going on.
Smooth measured footsteps sounded outside the door and I laid back down. He entered the bathroom and took up his grater-thing again, this time de-fleshing my right lower leg. I instinctively held my breath expecting him to notice that I'd healed, but he never saw a thing. I was totally confused. How could he not realise I was healing?
The bathroom door opened and a young woman came in. She spouted all kinds of nasty things in relation to me being fat. I bit my tongue, which did actually bleed. For some reason the blonde girl looked at my face and saw my eyes move. She shrieked and told him that I was still alive. He looked at me, smiling that beautiful smile, and told the blonde girl to shut up as I couldn't possibly be alive.
Because I'm a drama queen I had to blink at that point making him jump back swearing his head off. I smiled at him and sat up, stretched and asked "what's wrong?" Both of them quickly left the room and slammed the door shut behind them. Moving quickly, and sliding on the strangely polished bath, I managed to stand up and climb out onto the wooden floor. I looked around and saw a robe hanging on a hook behind the head of the bath so I grabbed it and wrapped it around me. I caught a glimpse of a door to my far left and ran towards it, fumbled with the door handle then fell through the now open doorway. I ran barefoot over grass then gravel and more grass. I reached a grove in the middle of a forest and collapsed in the centre.

I woke up in my bed. Slightly panicked I threw off my blankets and found myself wearing nothing but a mud and grass strained robe. My feet were sore and had a green tinge to them. Suddenly I remembered what happened and looked at my legs. I had scars that resembled dents. Then I reached up and felt the back of my neck only to find cuts as if someone hacked at my body. It was then that an overwhelming sense of safety enveloped me and I knew I'd be okay.


I didn't wake up at this point. Instead I went on to dream about more vivid and crazy things! This dream that I just described happens to be one of the more tame ones and one of the more coherent. Feel free to dissect it, but I already know what it means. Hopefully I didn't scare you too much!