Monday, May 16, 2005
| Severed Dicks on a Saturday Night On Saturday night I had the most disturbing dream that I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t even have to preface this dream for you to understand what I’m talking about. Just don’t think I’m a disgusting lunatic. Please. Eh, whatever. I’m in a house with a bunch of my friends, parents and boyfriend. I don’t remember what brought us all together, but I distinctly remember that only one of us would leave the house alive. We separated into groups and went to hide in different rooms of the house. My group consisted of Paul, my parents and myself. My friends stuck together and decided to hide in a part of the house that was much farther away from our group. Paul and I huddled in the corner of a closet and my parents slid under the bed. We were all whispering to each other when we heard footsteps coming down the long hallway leading to the room we were hiding out in. Although the room was really dark, I remember looking in to Paul’s eyes and seeing nothing, but fear. Suddenly the door to the room swung open and I held my breath and was as quiet as possible. From my hiding spot, I could see the shadows of feet on the other side of the closet door. The “killers” looked around the room for a bit and then I heard one of the men say “There’s nothing in here, let’s leave.” I heard the door to the room open and then shut again. Paul went to say something, but I quickly threw my hand over his mouth. I could still see people standing in the room. They were trying to trick us! “Joe!” my mom said. “Are you okay?” My stomach went into my throat as I heard the killers rip my mom out from under the bed while she screamed and screamed. I think one of the other killers pulled my dad out from the under the bed as well since he began screaming too. They dragged them out of the room as Paul and I huddled in the closet, both of our eyes wild with fear. We stayed in that closet for a long time, both of us afraid to open the door and peek out. Finally I said to Paul “I’ve gotta take a look. You stay here.” Being the big man that he is, he let me leave the closet and take a look. I slowly opened up the door to the room and looked down the hallway. I saw a hulking guy standing there with his back to me. And then, I blew it. I coughed and the man quickly turned around and saw me. I froze for a second, but as I saw him begin to charge down the hallway, I quickly slammed the door shut and told Paul to “stay in the closet”. I slid under the bed where my mom and dad were hiding and noticed that one of my mom’s fingernails had broken off and was laying under the bed. Sick. The door to the room burst open and I heard this deep voice say “I saw you looking at me and I know you’re in here.” I trembled with fear and watched from under the bed as the killer paced around the room. Suddenly I heard the killer rip open the closet door and Paul began to scream. Rather than rip Paul out of the room, the killer hacked away at him right in the closet. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the screams. There was blood on the floor when the killer dropped his knife. There was a loud thud when it hit the floor and some of the blood splashed on my hand. I continued to lie underneath the bed, hoping the killer would just leave. Eventually he did and after waiting for a few minutes, I slowly slid out from under the bed. Paul was lying in a pile of blood and guts on the floor. I crawled over to him and held his little head. His eyes were closed and I knew he was dead. I sat there like this for a long time – or in dreamland, for about 5 seconds. As though the dream wasn’t fucked up enough to begin with, what I did next is going to make you absolutely cringe with horror. I picked up the bloody knife off the ground, undid Paul’s pants and sliced his dick off. His lifeless body just lay there as I held the knife in own hand and his cock in the other. I then stood up, shut the bedroom door and began sucking on the cock. And as though this isn’t TOTALLY BIZARRE enough, the dick got hard in my hands and I continued to suck it. UMMMMMMMMMMM. While I was jerking my own dick off and giving a blow job to a severed penis, I could hear the killers in the hallway. I quickly threw the cock back into the closet and opened up the only window in the room. As I was crawling out of it, the door to the room opened and the killers entered. There were three of them and they were furious that I was trying to escape. It took all the bravery I had, but I allowed my body to fall from the second story window in the hopes that I would land on my feet. Luckily I did just that and started to run as fast as I could. The killers jumped out of the window as well and were screaming “You are the last to die!” I started to get tired from running and stopped in front of a huge oak tree. I climbed it expertly and watched as the killers surrounded it. I screamed “I want to live. One of us should live!” and they responded with something like “You will die! YOU WILL DIE!” and I hung on to the tree for dear life. I felt something rustling above me and I looked up to see one of the killers climbing DOWN the tree. I have no idea how he was climbing down from ABOVE me as he would have had to pass me to get up there, but I believed in it nonetheless. As he got closer, I knew that my only hope was to throw my body out of the tree and to make a run for it. I took the risk and ended up landing on my back. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream, but the fear of dying was overwhelming. The killers huddled around me and were laughing. I managed to get one scream out and that’s when I woke up. Paul rolled over in bed and said “You’re covered in sweat! What’s wrong?” All I could say to him was “I chopped off your dick and proceeded to suck it while you laid there in blood.” |
