Nighttime Escapes

NIGHTMARE: My Friend is a PSYCHO

11/10/16 around 5:15 AM
I've had this sort of dream before. This is one of a few dreams/nightmares I realize it isn't reality.

I was at my friend's house (I won't mention any actual names, so let's call this friend Victoria.) all alone with nobody but her and another friend I met on the internet named...let's call her Georgia.

So we roleplayed, talked, and hung out in the basement. Most of the time we talked. We also drank earl grey tea Victoria made for us at the back porch. We had a great time together.

Until the unexpected happened...

Victoria was acting a little weird after a long while. Could it be the tea? Could it be the medicine she takes? I don't know what was up, but something told me it isn't good at all.

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Victoria pulled out a box cutter from her pocket in her dress, went up to Georgia, slit the front of her neck, forced her mouth open, cut under her tongue, reached up her neck and pulled her tongue out of the slit in her throat which looked like she has an extra mouth on her neck! Georgia suffocated and struggled for oxygen into her lungs, but she didn't make it.

Once Victoria was done, she turned her head towards me and said"Now I shall turn you into a glorious Blood Eagle!" as her large eyes and small pupils stare needles into mine with a huge grin and twitching.

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I recognized what a Blood Eagle is. It was an actual kind of torture where they would open the rip cage from behind with the lungs pressing against the rips inhaling and exhaling to make it look like the ribs are the wings moving and fluttering back and forth just like an eagle- a Blood eagle. To make it more painful, the torturer sprinkles salt as the host slowly dies of blood loss.

I did not want to become a Blood Eagle, so I tried to move my legs as fast as they could take me, but I couldn't run very fast, so Victoria caught up to me quickly and she is already digging the box cutter into my back, but is careful to not cut into the spine or I wouldn't last as long and I couldn't breathe to give it its flutter effect.

I thought in my head and thought hard "NOERU! WAKE UP! PLEASE! GET ME OUT OF THIS DREAM! I CAN'T TAKE IT NO LONGER!! I DON'T WANT TO EXPERIENCE THIS VIRTUAL DEATH WHICH I CAN ACTUALLY FEEL!! PLEASE OPEN YOUR EYES AND GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!"

So I struggled and struggled to open my eyes until I finally escaped into my room and checked the time. It was around 6:37 AM.