My Nightmares Catalogue

Nails

For some reason, I was in my school. It wasn't like it should be. Winding corridors, and it's by the woods. But I'm sure it was my school.

I was walking to a room with a stranger, though in the nightmare it felt like he was my friend, and as I got to the room and older man announced I have to go into the room because I had a detention. I didn't know what for but I went in anyways. There was another stranger in the room, who again felt like my friend, and he just sat by a computer.

I sat on the carpeted floor and crossed my legs. But I suddenly got attacked. I could feel the hard hit of a metal thing against my head. As I write this, I can still feel a slight sting, exactly where I got hit. Well, I blacked out instanlty.

As I woke up, I was still in the school, but I was in the corridor. I had long nails in my things, arms and torso. Not like fingernails, like screws, those kinds of nails. Anyway, every time I slightly moved, I felt the nails shift in my body and now I can still feel it. I tried to stand up, painfully, but I managed to. I felt a few nails in my thighs start to come out, so I pushed them back in because I know that they are going through major arteries and veins, and if they come out then I'd bleed out. I saw the two stranger I felt were my friends, one had a similar thing to me though he had less nails, and the other had none and looked perfectly untouched.

For some reason, my nightmare cut to me seeing myself in the third person, lying on the wooden ground of a shed into the woods. I saw my own dead body twitch as I came back to life. The two strangers were spooked but they reacted like they expected it. I still feel a shiver as I remember physically feeling the nails move and shift in my body. It fell like I was actually dying.

Again, the nightmare cut to me walking along the streets with the two strangers at night. Now I know the uninjured stranger was my killer, but I kept walking with him in my nightmare.

Thats when I woke up, and I was surprised because I thought the nightmare was real.

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Sorry it's short again, that's all I remember from the nightmare. I'm not going to lie, I'm kind of spooked now about it and I feel uneasy.