So, had another weird and slightly disturbing dream.
Kay, so skipping the useless parts, I'm in my front yard. It's summer, and there are bugs everywhere, but I don't mind. So I'm hanging out with Leila, and then we catch some of these bright green crickets. We let them go, and then we play some more. Alternating between cricket catching and just being awesome.
So then I'm doing something and look at my left hand, and there is a motherfucking hole in my wrist. Not just a hole, I can see bone and blood and tendons. And inside of this gory fucking hole, are crickets. The assholes had eaten away at my skin and muscle, and were living inside of my wrist. I looked at the rest of me, and there was a hole on my right hand too, on the first knuckle. The bastards were in there too. I could feel another one on my face that was pulsing and twitching because they were moving in there. I look over to Leila and see that she's the same way.
So obviously, we need to get out, but we can only move really slowly and I can't seem to focus. All I can do is stare at the crickets that are living in my disgusting, gory, stuff-of-nightmares wrist and hand. Eventually, I know that the only way to get them out is to kill them. So I take out my pocket knife(because obviously THAT was there the whole time. >>) and I start stabbing. Of course, there's blood flying everywhere, and the things just burrow deeper into my skin the harder I try to get them. Eventually I just start crying and stabbing and crying and stabbing until I finally just give up and let them eat me.
.......so yeah. It's dreams like this that make me want to make second-person style horror movies. Tagged with Erik's username because he seemed to like my nightmare last time. XD