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This has got to be the creepiest nightmare I have ever had. I'm considering it for a short story. I've never written horror before, but I think this is pretty creepy horror material if I've ever seen it before.
In the dream, I'm in a shopping mall, and I'm watching this girl talking on her cellphone. She's young and attractive, smartly dressed. Listening to the conversation, it's clear that she's breaking up with a quarrelsome boyfriend. I get the impression that he's a real jerk. When she hangs up, she looks quite liberated, and seems happy about it. She leaves the mall and prances out to her car, a silver convertible of some sort. She puts her hair up and the convertible cover down, and starts driving on a road that leads into some beautiful forested mountains.
It is autumn, and the trees in the mountains are vibrant in color. Amber and gold, a little green here and there, brilliant oranges and reds throughout. As my eyes get closer to the trees, I notice that some patches of red leaves seem different than the others. Deeper in hue. Glistening.
They're not leaves. They are odd looking clumps of blood, hanging there in the branches. They look like spiderwebs would look if the strands were wet with blood, and a globule of it was clumped in the middle. They look alien, and frightening. From above, it can be seen that these globules are clustered together in large patches in a couple of places in the forest.
And the road the young girl is driving on goes right through the middle of it all.
Next thing I know, in this dream, it's like watching one of those little .mpg movies that a digital camera can make. It looks like a red filter was used to make the movie, but I know that it is the sunlight casting its way through the clumps of blood above. I see the girl from behind, she's completely naked, and it's very clear she's been badly assaulted. There are cuts and welts all over her body. She staggers down along the side of a road to a ditch, where she falls flat on her face, and does not get up.
And next, I'm in a police office where detectives are watching this small movie on a computer screen. The digital camera in question is wired up to the computer, and it's covered in blood. There are odd, tentacle-like marks all over it, making a pattern in the dried blood that reminds me of intestines. There is also a manila folder of pictures developed from the camera. I never see them but I somehow know that they are blurry pics of the girl as she was assaulted. And I somehow know they never show the attacker, only the girl's terrified face. The police are talking about the girl's boyfriend, as he has a history of assault. One of them remarks that there are no prints on the camera, and it looks like he pressed the camera's button with his tongue. I somehow know that it was no human tongue that pressed that button, more like a creature with tongues for fingers or something.
That's about where the dream ended. Believe me, it's a lot creepier having dreamed it than reading about it. When I woke up from that one, I could not go back to sleep (and I've got a pretty strong stomach for nightmares). For some reason, it still creeps me out at night, even though some time has passed. It's almost like this dream connected with some kind of 'fear register' in me. The kind of thing that might only be frightening to me personally, but not necessarily anyone else. That's actually why I'm thinking of making it into a short story, some kind of Cthulhu-ish prose or what not, that might serve to take the fearful edge off of it for me.
If you've read this far, let me know what you think of it. As for me, I think I'll take a little nap. *yawn*
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