Lucas dream catching

Floating through dreams

It's been a month since I went to the hospital hand my dreams are now turning my sanity upside down. I'm not sure if the meds are working because everyday my visions become more vivid.

I'm not sure if I'm still dreaming even when I wake. I'm never going to be sure if I will ever be blessed and have this horrid curse. I haven't been able to sleep because when I do I'm worried that I will never wake.

No one will ever understand this Mind of mine. As seconds pass in reality I've spent hours and sometimes even days in my mind. I'm worried, I never know what I have to deal with in my dreams. I can't tell what is real and what is a simple dream. I dread everything , today I'm going to school for the first time after I got my meds.

About half an hour later I walk into the school , it is a brick building that has shiny glass windows.

Everywhere you look you see teachers fake smiles bestowed upon every other fake teacher. I walk by the old lockers some with rust. I see a can of paint and a freshly painted locker. I continue walking until I pass a class room. Inside I see a boy sleeping and then class ends. As the teacher walks by him she slams a metal ruler onto his frail stubby fingertips. They start to bleed, and the boy wakes up crying. As his tears flood the desk the teacher wails on his fingers until she says he is allowed to leave.

She stops for a second and then continues now harder and quicker. I stare at my fingers and see the scars I developed like the boy when I was younger. All the terroir I had, not knowing if I was safe. I never felt safe even in my home. She stops and then let's him free. He runs out of the class room and my mouth is dropped open from the beating I just watched. I walk a tiny bit faster incase the teacher would be to catch me watching. I walk to the bottom of the wooden stairs and start walking upstairs .

I see a boy and Girl, that reminds me of the first time I met Rose. I was scared and worried about the beating I would have to with stand if I ever slept In class again. Then I simply bumped into Rose. I turn away and start walking. Then when I'm out side a man stares at me. He grabs a pocket knife, then scrambles towards me. I try to run in terror to my home.

I sprint past men, women, and children all wondering what the commotion was. I stare back and he disappeared. I slow down, and see him appear in front of me. He smiles and then steps towards me and I'm off again but he is closer this time. I run into the ally way and hide behind garbage can. It smells as if a corpse rotted and decade right in this spot. I see it's safe and start to walk home.

I see the stranger I saw a couple days ago with the torn backpack. I follow him cautiously can see him walk to a little kid, the boy walks with him. I recognize the boy from the school room I saw him get beat in earlier. The boys fingers still red with dried blood. They continue until they get to a old building probably their home.

I walk into town to get myself some food. I see The man from before and walk over to him. He looks almost lifeless and dead. He trudges over to the food area, and takes his hand out of his pocket. Once he does he is holding 20£.

He has boney fingers that are wrinkled. He truly does look like a living corpse. His black hair sways over his eyes and you can't see them. He orders the most tender piece of pork that the slaughter house has. The slaughterer grabs the most plump boar that he has and hacks the head of it's body. You hear the final squeal of the boar. Blood is drenching his fingers, but he hacks every piece of meat possible off the boar.

After he is done he throws the corpse into the back for all the mutts to eat. Bruce takes the meat and walks off. Bruce and I start talking and he tells me he has psychosis just like me. Then he informs me he is an orphan and lives in the house on hails burry road. He starts twitching and falls to the ground. I lift up his body and the packaged meat and bring him into his home I lay him onto the bed in the attic.

After that I write a note that says

"you passed out so I brought you home."

Soon after I put the meat into the refrigerator, Then walk in to the shopping district for food like I did before. As I walk I notice most people leaving the district.

As I open my eyes I see a man in dark clothing watching me. He stares at me vividly and then pulls his mask off of his face. His face looks carved with hacks and tears upon it. His cheeks torn apart and you can see the flesh hanging and still swaying everywhere.

He looks like a demon of some sort. His large bloody smile peels open and you see all his crooked and missing teeth. His eyes are carved also, his eyelids snipped so he stares continuously with out linger. He stares and I notice his fingers dripping with some liquid. His face looks as dark as night, but his smile and other facial features look as if they are bulging.

His eyes and teeth as white as snow. He starts to make way towards me and walks with a hobble. He limps and moans as he makes his way towards me. He puts his bloody hand into his pocket looking grimy and evil. He grabs a knife out of his pocket and starts to carve into my face. My cheeks tear open blood drenching where I am. I tremble as the pain is too intense for me. I shake as I reach up to my bloody face.

I feel the moist bloody hunk of meat that used to be my cheek. I feel the blood soak my fingers. As I move my hand my cheek hangs down like a bird with out wings. As I move my hand away in horror I stare at the masked figure and then I jump up and grab it's worthless neck. With all my might I tear to one side and snap it's neck. I hear a crack and then grab the knife that he used to cut my cheeks open with and stabbed the figure continuously.

As the blade goes into it's skin I start to laugh a sinister laugh. I stop stabbing the creature and then look at it's pulse to make sure it's fully dead. I run off away from the scene. I run to a local store and grab some sowing material. I grab the needle and plunge it into my bloody cheeks. The needle gracefully plunges into my cheek as the seconds pass I stitch my cheeks back to the way they where.

Then I stitch my mouth shut as I go into my attic too ashamed from what I've done to the mystery figure. In the morning I hear a siren sound in the distance . I hear the door break open and they search the house. I hear a scream emerge when they find the body. The police open the door to the attic and then he aims his musket at my four head. The blade just barely touching my head. He moves it and slices my four head open.

I look up now dripping in blood and wait. He shoots the gun and I remember the feel of the bullet burrow into my skull. As I start to loose my vision everything turns black. About ten solid minutes later I open my eyes, and look around and feel my face. Every thing the way it was when I went to sleep. It was just a dream. I'm not sure if the pills are working. I'm going to hurt myself or worse someone else.