evolution nightmare

had a nightmare, a pure evil one. u might not wanna read if u dont want one yourself.
forgot a lot of details, i’ll write down what i can remember

it started in a camp possibly for very sick people. i was one of the (if not the only) normal kids there. i shared a bed with an african american kid who had seizures and talked in his sleep. every room housed 5 to 6 people and at night you need to have your key on in order to get back into your room. a lot of weird things happened. i thought that altho i was with the sick, i was probably there to help them. but my life was in danger and i didnt know it. in night there was this demon-possessed caucasian kid holding a hand gun. he had the ability to instantly appear before people. many times in camp, he would shoot himself and watch the blood pour out and find satisfaction and joy just watching it. one night i was still out doing something. this kid instantly appeared next to me and shot himself in the forearm. right then, time slowed down to show blood slowly oozing out of the wound he just inflicted, on his face dawned an evil grin. he aimed at me but i dodged his first shot. i ran from his 2nd, and hoped to get back to my room before he found a clear shot at me. i reached my door and realised i dont have my keys. it was late and i knocked furiously hoping somebody was still up. an old man with a cigarette in his mouth opened the door offering a cup of warm water. when he realised it was me, he put down the cup and let me in. that was strange…was he expecting strangers to come asking for warm water? i got back to my bed and grabbed some stuff for the shower. by then the black kid was already experiencing seizures and talked in his sleep. i headed for the shower. when i went in the shower, my shirt was there already for some reason. there was a small window in the shower room. as i showered, i saw 2 hands pulling up from the ledge and a head covered by white hair slowly emerged. somebody is spying on me. afraid of what his face might look like, i stucked my hand out and pushed the man’s (i think) head back down. everytime i did that, he would pull himself back up. i lifted his fingers one at a time to try to detach him from hanging on. i failed to get rid of him so i left the shower room. by i got back to my bed, the seizure kid was awake, still talking, but he had multiplied into hundreds of copies. next thing i remember, i was outside witnessing millions of copies of seizure kid chasing down people and devouring them. i ran but it caught me. i was about to die but i managed to squirm loose, hitched a ride and escaped.

some time passed (i think) and the news began reporting numerous unexplained murders around the world all characterized by the devouring of the victim. these copies must’ve spread globally and continued to feast on humans. there was a homeless begger who slept in the park. i became that begger somehow and saw a couple of dark figures from a distance sifting through the trash looking presumably for food. they saw me, and slowly came closer. when they came up to me, one of them bit me. so i ran, but i realised i was very slow. but i made it out to the streets, and crossed the road, leaving a trail of blood behind me. by now the police started to notice, and cop cars roared by. the copies chased me and i ended up running down a street lined by upscale alfresco italian restaurants. i picked a random restaurant, and hid in one of the cubicles of the washroom. surely they can’t find me here. so many restaurants, so many people, im in 1 random washroom stall. not long, somebody came in. as i peered through the slits of the cubicle door, i saw the copies of seizure kid, who have evolved into middle eastern men, disguised as cleaners. one of them stuck his head under the door to look for me. i pushed his face out. they knocked the door down and then consumed me. i woke up.

~ by jontyc on May 27, 2008.