May 24th, 2010 (06:32 pm)
current mood: blank
current song: "Rehab" by Glee
"... it's a nightmare," says my brother. But it's not a nightmare. It's just a really, really weird dream.
It starts off in a very typical teenage girl's bedroom and I'm with there with a friend --- who went unnamed, but let's call her Ann for the sake of this retelling --- and it's obviously Ann's bedroom. We're rifting through her closet/wardrobe for some reason and she's telling me about this curse that she has and why she doesn't have close friends. Apparently there's a monster attached to her that detaches itself and wreaks havoc whenever necessary. There's a trigger to it, but I don't remember it. The dream was rather detailed, it's just that I'm starting to forget the them. She tells me some frightening stuff about the beast, and instances where it detaches and destroys things, kills people. Oddly enough, I'm so totally running away screaming, but I remember feeling slightly intimidated. But this being my friend and all, I'm not gonna running from her.
We drift away from her closet and start talking on her bed. After a bit more details and more unease, I'm suddenly propelled to the opposite wall. (Think practically any supernatural horror film where the force is literally invisible.) Slumping down the wall and to the floor, I hear Ann's screaming and I'm like, "Dude, calm down." Until I see that she's being dragged up the wall by her ankles and I'm like, "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."
( And that's when I ran away. )