I'm in a bar, a girl with dark hair approaches me. She clearly shows amorous attention towards me. When she approached me, she seem to be extremely tall, I came up to her diaphragm. She makes her move. I'm paralyze and seem to be going along with her, even though subconsciously, I didn't want to. She got close, I see a man in grey military uniform and badges, now I'm on a table and feel a heavy pressure on my chest like "she" laid on top of me. I'm aware of bar stools and and a billard area. She said, "I'm looking for someone just like you." I feel uneasy about her.
We walked toward the bar, suddenly I noticed she looked blond and my height. We sat down and she spoke with a southern accent, but I sense underneath the guise of a southerner that she's from Florida. Some odd reason, I can smell the cigerette off of her in my "dream."
All the sudden, as I talked to her, I see a different scene.
It's like I'm watching a movie. I see the same dark haired girl. She looks oddly familiar. A bus wrecked over a bridge--she's hanging from the bus trying to pull the "two men" up. One man had dark hair and the other is man is grabbing onto him...while her arm manages to pull them up, something dark came up from behind her, pulled her back which cause her to "let go." The dark creature had a long metal spear. It aim between her neck and collar bone, while she hangs over the bridge I sense her fear; she struggles. The "being" is wriggling and forcing the dull point trying to puncture her flesh. The imminent fear of death. Like the billboard eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg, I watched as she yells, "help me."
As the spear finally punctured her, it jammed harder and push through like a "skewer pig," I see torrent of blood gush out of her anus. (My nightmare would be Vlad the Impaler's wet dream.)
The image suddenly changed, I'm back at the bar and I'm throwing up.
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