I had a strangely ridiculous dream the other night. I’ve wanted to tell a couple people, but I don’t think they would believe me. So, I decided to write down some of the weirder bits. This dream was not last night, but the one before.
I was in an unfamiliar house place. I don’t know if it was a party or what, but I recall more than a few people being around. Some were like Victoria’s Secret models walking around in their underwear. The guy I was enjoying the attention of became Johnny Depp. I reacted as if he’d always been Johnny Depp. For some reason we walked towards the back of the house. I’m not sure if it was a porch or the back wall was just not there.
(Get ready for the Bizarre)
Johnny and I were looking at a television type thing. The screen was divided into sections with different numbers in them. For some reason Johnny said, “You take the 5′s and I’ll take the 2′s.” I sort of shrugged and said okay.
(Are you ready?)
To make sure I didn’t forget my number, Johnny carved 5 fairly large squares onto my left arm...with his teeth. Apparently I was okay with this. There was some random milling about that I don’t really remember. Next thing I remember clearly was a conversation about the antichrist. People started to get worked up because “the antichrist is on his way.” I don’t know if I said it aloud, but I asked, “how can you tell?” They showed me my left arm. There were at least 8 boxes scarred into it now. I don’t remember if the originals had it to begin with, but there was an X carved from corner to corner in each square.
(As if it wasn’t insane enough already)
In order to either stop the antichrist from coming or to keep me from become possessed or possessed by the antichrist, A number of people held me down flat with my face to the floor arms splayed out like a plane. Someone was on my back forcing my shoulders down. Someone else held the entirety of my right arm to the floor. Another had my left arm by the wrist holding it tightly to the floor. Johnny (I think he was still Johnny at this point) was using a lighter to burn the squares off my arm. Not just the outline, but the entire area within each box. I remember struggling as they held the lighter to my skin. I don’t recall physical pain, but it hurt... if that makes any sense. I think it was one of those instances where your brain fills in that the action SHOULD hurt and tells the body to react as if it does hurt. It went on for a strangely long time. They burned off at least 2 of the squares.
I don’t remember at what point I woke up and/or if the dream went on. I didn’t wake out of panic or anything. It was a long time after I woke up that it occurred to me I should probably call it a “nightmare,” but it lacked the waking panic of a nightmare. Dreams involving threats of an approaching demon/antichrist and having your arm carved and burned, certainly most people would count that as a nightmare... The whole realizing after waking that the dream should have been a nightmare, but I react just like I would to a regular dream is not entirely new to me. I think it started with a new antidepressant medication.
And I hope to God it wasn’t a prophetic dream like those in the bible. If it is, I’ll certainly try to save us all from the antichrist by trying to let my arm skin be burnt off.
