Creepiest Events Ever

Nightmares #39-70

I'm going to go back for the ones I skipped. Someone just messaged me with a question, and I thought that this would be the best and most thorough way to answer it. It's long, so make sure you have the time to finish before you go further. 3 pages of paper, to give you an idea of the length. I'm also using past tense, even though they are still occurring. That's why there are question marks for where they end.
April 8, 2015 - May 9, 2015
I was trapped in a room with no doors, windows, or visible light source, yet, the room was bright. I started out facing a wall. There was blood everywhere! All over the walls, ceiling, floor, and me! I think the room was supposed to be white, because I could see spots of white here and there. The first thing about these dreams that I noticed to be odd, is that I have control over my actions. I know this because I always scream when I want to, then I vomit. After I finish vomiting, I hear a voice I know all too well (Jeff) say "Hello! Why don't you turn around? Then the true party can begin! Look, all of your friends are here!" When I heard that last sentence, I spun around as fast as is humanly possible. Big mistake #1. All of my friends were definitely there, although I wish they weren't. They had all been brutally murdered! All of them! That damn bastard killed them all and carved his damn fucking smile on all of them! I was horrified! He put damn blood soaked party hats on their heads, and propped them up in chairs, all staring at me! What kind of sick fucking bastard is he, anyway?! At the sight of my friends' organs having been turned into fucking party decorations, I fell to the floor sobbing, vomited, and curled up in a fetal position. Then, that sick bastard said "What's wrong? Don't you like them? I did this just for you!". I was then filled with an uncontrollable rage. I looked up at him, and slowly got up. It's hard to tell facial expressions with him, but I could tell he was smirking. That damn son of a bitch! With my fists clenched, I slowly walked over to the asshole. I noticed that he wasn't holding a knife, and he only had one visible in his pocket. Easy access. When I reached him, I grabbed it. I would avenge my friends' deaths. Big mistake #2. I tried to take the dumbass down! It worked for me about as well as it did for everyone else who tried. He had another damn knife literally up his sleeve! He overpowered me, removed my hoodie, no matter how much I resisted, cut me in VERY intimate areas, then you know what always happens at the end, right?