The Beholder

Whenever you look at the abyss, smile, cause its always smiling back.

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Had a dream. I was watching jaws as a child, bothering people in a theater. Then I went to the bathroom and I saw a man being tortured to give some information or  he was eager to torture himself but needed help. It was rather bothersome cause I needed peace and quiet to concentrate and focus on the task at hand... or as i like to call it digestive duties. Somewhat annoying really, then a woman pops her head under the stall and I yell at her, "Hey, What the fuck? A little privacy eh?" She offered me a cig but I refused. Apparently all I was doing was sitting with my pants down so I got up and changed clothes *for some odd reason). Went out of the stall to see this guy dip his hand into a steaming hot bowl of chili. I shook my head and said "What a waste of food." Walked out wearing a tux and went back to the movie. Ended up being an Armageddon type story. Demons as tall as skyscrapers walking the earth and the U.S. army attempting to fight back and a few people here and there. Guerrilla forces emerged from coast to coast and were spreading to the east. I saw myself on one of the demons attached to its heart. Apparently I was giving it life, i fought to get out, took me a while and i did and the felled this creature. I was a mess with chunks of flesh missing, walking out from underneath the rubble. Attempted to climb another creature to free another victim. I saw who it was, someone important, tried frantically to save her but slipped and fell.

Woke up with a headache. The abyss disappeared from my sight, i blinked.

Lemonade

Refreshing, rehydrating, realize the reactions you get from the sweetly sour succulent sauce. Almost an orgasm in the mouth, if made correctly, though personally I do need to change shorts after a cup or 25, does it count that I have my hands down my pants. Sometimes I have both feet up there too. Nothing says kinky than feet. Though If you're feet start talking I'd go see a psychiatrist or a podiatrist. Personally I went to go see a shaman. After hitting the peace pipe... well actually that's around the time my feet started talking to me. I talk back but they never say anything. But the motherfuckers took my lemonade and that's when I decided its time to put my fucking foot down. I got a shotgun, sawed it in half, and beat the fuck out of my feet. Told them never to try that again. No one touches my lemonade, but they can feel free to touch me.

To kill time or a 3rd world country leader, lemonade is the ultimate beverage in my opinion. Nothing beats sipping freshly squeezed lemonade during a civil war re-enactment.

Oh, and around the corner fudge is made.

Time To Play

Meh, another dream. This one kinda weird, i was in high school in the band practicing a routine. I never had the school spirit so It was just repeat of times gone. It made me think and say, "God I'm bored of this crap already." People bitching at me for not being in line, forgetting my place, unenthusiastic, letting my mind wander the cosmos. Every time I messed up everyone had to redo the whole goddamn thing. People were getting pissed at me, pushing me around. I was just in my classic "I don't give a fuck" mood. When something inside me was just slowly coming to rise. My heart was beating and my blood pumping to my fists. I told people "Stay out of my way or I'll fucking kill you." No one listened and apparently I just gave up on life and hope. I did what I was told and then called it a day. A part of me wish I just beat the shit out of people, layed down on a bench and watched the sky pass but I just gave in.

There was a part in that dream where I was alone for a few minutes searching for my instrument, a trombone, and I enjoyed the silence more over the people moaning and bitching. I even stayed there for a few till someone found me. "There he is! I found him!" Oh... you're a little snitchy bitch aren't you? Eh, violence is not the answer, but sometimes it fucking helps.

Woke up and my heart is pounding. Maybe its getting better. I need to change my ways. I know that today, in more ways than one. Fuck memories.

Scum of the Earth

What happened to all my nice dreams where I conquer the world or die horribly at someone's hands. Anyways here's what I remember. I need some music, start me off maestro. *monkey grinder and the dancing monkey*

-reserved-

I found this rather interesting. After I woke up I blew my nose once and my nosed commensed operation piss you off. It started bleeding like possessed sink. So much so that even tilting my head up was rerouting the blood to my throat and mouth. It calmed down a few min before writing this piece of shit. I have no idea why I had a nose bleed. Maybe its cause It was so friggin cold last night and I refused to use blankets. Or that it was cold, i woke up and put on the heater, the temp just weren't good for my nose. If i picked my nose i'd understand why i bled so friggin much but... I don't. I used to have someone else to do that for me, but I sold the monkey to the monkey grinder. Watch him dance. *claps*

Soul, Mind, and Anybody.

They say that a human has 5-10 dreams a night that usually last 30 - 90 minutes while others have said 300 dreams that last 3.5 seconds. But the last two hours of sleep are usually filled with dreams that you'll remember. I wonder what dreams truly are. A window to another world, a release valve for the soul and mind, or just weird little thoughts from the day that we collect here and there.

I've also heard that the soul weighs 21 grams. Hah, the weird things you hear from dreams, though got bored and randomly searched blogspot. My first find was this little gem. Or more importantly, randomly searching found this. Ahhh... Life's little wonders are the only reason I go on.

It was 6:00 am. Someone lay sleeping next to me. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and fell asleep almost immediately. Woke up at noon and saw her lying there, wrapped in a blanket burrito-style, asleep still. I reached out but knocked something over. She woke up frightened, guess that frightened me cause I let out a high pitched scream. Then I lay there watching her, waiting for her to wake up. Then I really woke up. Looked around, searched for a bit. Then kinda knocked back into reality, a bit hungry, also freezing cold.

21 grams... doesn't sound like much to lose. Bet it is though.
I wonder what other dreams I had last night...

The Memory Remains

You win some you lose some.

Sadly I can't remember all of last night's dream. I had a killer headache and lay down to rest. For the past couple of days I've woken up to the sensation of someone sifting their hands through my hair.

There was a beautiful girl humming a tune. She kept her eyes close and her long black hair gently swayed, unrestricted by gravity, as an image of an universe shined in her hair. Sometimes her hair would create miniature hands as they fell on my head. She would sing a beautiful song filled with a calming sorrow. It sent shivers down my spine that would spike back up. I think I started to hum along too. If only I could remember the word's she sang. Probably just subconsciously threw in a tune from the radio or something, though would've been nice to know if it was genuine.

Its been both nice and disappointing. Though it would've been interesting to have some mysterious beauty to have done that while i slept and disappear under the dark veil of night. Chances are it could've been cockroaches or the migraine. Probably cockroaches.


The heart beats in its cage.

Danse Macabre

Sometimes things aren't as they seem.
Sometimes things are better left alone.
And sometimes... shit happens.

An old shop hidden in the noise and the mess of the big city, windows being wiped clean by the owner. Down the street a woman walks mumbling to herself about her day. Suddenly she stops at this store, in the window an old wedding dress, elegantly put, shoulders removed but sleeves intact. Long and flowing, pearl white and almost glowing in the window. "My, oh my." She stood mesmerized by the dress. "If only..." She said placing her hand on her chin thinking.

"Pardon me." A squirrelly, big-nosed man says tugging against the coat of the woman window shopping. She turns around, looks down, beams a smile and says "Yes? What is it kind, sir?"
"I don't mean to be a bother, but I'm wondering, If you would be so kind could you please move out of the way. You're blocking my view."
"Umm... Sure I don't see why not."
"Thank you." He said with a smile, missing a few teeth, turning around to sit down on a bench. He opens a steel black box and slowly with his shaking hand takes out a napkin.

She steps aside and examines his procedure. Napkin on lap, pulling out a sandwich cut diagonally in half and a thermos. He sits there, staring at the dress she was staring at with a smile slapped on his face, almost glued on him like a mask. She stands there, confused, in her long black slacks and fur coat wrapped around her like a blanket. She walks up to him, flicking her blonde hair out of her face, approaching the old man. "Pardon me." she squeaks out. He's entranced with the dress, smiling, off in his own little world.

"Pardon me." she says again. She turns her head to the dress wondering what could possibly be so bewitching. "What are you looking at?" asking, still confused by his surprisingly happy expression. In the corner of her eye she notices a strange flash of an image. A reflection, or possibly her mind playing tricks, she could've sworn she saw a woman dancing in the dress.
"Can you see her?" he says staring at her, eyes meet, a shiver down her spine. "Who was that?" "I don't know, she's beautiful. Everyday I'm here and she's there dancing for me." She stares at the dress to try to catch another glimpse. "I wonder who she is." the man says taking a bite of his sandwich.

Soon sound went away, all that was left was her and the dress. The window disappeared, the trees and the sun were pulled away from the world as time slowed to a halt. Her heart beat slower and her breathe became visible, the world turned darker but the dress radiated a light that the darkness couldn't swallow. Hypnotized she walked into the store, the man continued to stare and eat the sandwich.

Suddenly the owner pulled the dress out of the window. The man stopped eating, freezing his throat, food refusing to be swallowed as if stunned by what had just been happened. He spit out his food and began his way to the door. His hand reached out for the handle as the girl neared the door with a big brown bag on her right arm. The door didn't serve as much of a barrier, they stood, dead-locked and waiting for the other to make a move.

"How could you?" He said. His lips were moving but sound had still not returned. "Didn't you hear her scream? Begging you not to..." She opened the door and walked down the sidewalk, blond hair blowing in the breeze, not a care in the world. Or not a world to be cared for...

"Ow..." she said, shaking her head, feeling half dead. She got up from her bed slowly, her legs aching from an unknown pain and her back just strong enough to hold her up. Wobbling to the mirror to see what had happened. "Wha-What?" she said as she stared in the mirror expecting to see herself but instead she wasn't who she remembered she was. In the mirror stood a black haired woman in her mid 20's naked as the day she was born. Her arms clenched in fists on her side and eyes stern filled with a malice that would make a man stop in his tracks. She put her hand on the mirror and a hand on her face, wiping it down to see if it was her. Her mirror reflected her movements, she grabbed her hair to see if it was still blonde. "What's going on?" She wondered letting her hair fall back into place. She stepped away from the mirror and frantically tore the dress off. Shreds of ripped dress floated to the floor like snowflakes. The phantasma angrily pounded the mirror, imprisoned and demanding freedom. Wanting to scream but only managed out a shudder she stepped back slowly.

The phantasma screamed into the mirror forming ripples that distorted the reflection. She turned around and covered her ears and screamed so hard the mirror formed a crack. Tears flowed out of her like bullets. She paused for a second to catch her breathe. *creak* Footsteps slowly hitting the floor like war drums in her ears. She opened her eyes to see a small figure coming from the window approaching her slowly. The old man she had met in front of the store, fists shaking and knife in hand, now standing in front of her just waiting. The world slowly began to fade away, sweet ballroom music flowing through her ears and hair as if she were in a stream, water gently caressing as it passes by her skin.

She was gone from the pain she had felt, almost as if it was just a bad dream. Drip. The sensation of ripples tugging at her like a child pulling on the mother's dress. Drip. She opens her eyes and sees the woman in the mirror, wearing the dress she had just tore off. She was hovering and dancing, sobbing but with no sound. When she spun her tears would fly off her cheeks and hit the ground. In the ripples she could see faint images of her room. She attempted to get up but fell on her knees.

The phantasma approached her and softly put her hand on her cheek. She raised her eyes to see how beautiful she was but was surprised to see her wearing a mask. No mouth and crescent eye slits like the night before a new moon. Tears poured out from the slits and dripped down her chin. In the sweetest voice, with a faint aroma of a rose, she said "Now you're mine." The phantasma took off her mask and kissed her on her forehead. Her kiss was like ice making her gasp, eyes opened to the world for one last second as the old man plunged the knife in between her eyes. She fell to the floor like a doll tossed aside.

Weeks had passed since then. The old man sat on a bench in the park eating his sandwich, cut in half, napkin tucked in his shirt and a Nestea next to his leg. He had "The Daily Sentinel" in his hands. Turned the page and saw a picture. "Hmm..." he said with a mouthful of sandwich. In small bold letters it said "Woman Killed In Apt. Death Unsolved." The police had left a statement, "Becky Whitman was killed by an unknown assailant. Investigation still underway. Killer will be found. Material evidence missing." He paused for a second and began to swallow his food. Two joggers passed by, women in their late 20's or early 30's. "I found the cutest dress for my wedding at this old antique shop." One of them said. He raised his eyebrow at these words. "It was just on display and called out to me. I just had to get it." "Really? You have to show me!"
They disappeared over the corner. He put his meal away in his little black steel box, paper under his arm, and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He took a step toward their direction, but then just turned his head and saw a little girl in a white dress with blonde hair, dancing. With a heavy sigh he turned away and walked in the other direction.

Scream if you want it. Cause I want more.

A little kiss on the nose. I open my eyes but can't see anything.
A little nibble on the ear. I turn my head. Half of my face is submerged in water.

"Where am I..."

An overwhelmingly warm feeling washes on me. Slowly sound returns to me as I hear water lapping against my skin. Blinking frantically to try to see where I am, body laying motionless against the currents of time and space. Floating heavenly and weak as a new born, bouncing rhythmically to my own heart beat.

Breathing in a warm, milky like substance. This air is strange, nothing like I've ever seen or anything like i would imagine. Slowly smoke appears in front of me. Eyes unfocused but just enough to see smoke slowly hovering above the water, dimly lit, faint rays of light breaking through the smoke illuminating the area. Breathe in a bit deeper, reminds me of smoking; inhale, exhale. Not certain if its the smoke but I'm light headed, feeling relaxed and calm floating along rhythmically bouncing, not a care in the world.


Something rubs passed my back. Sends a shiver down my spine.
Someone grabs my shoulders, massaging them softly as I float on.

My eyes focus passed the smoke, the walls are bumpy, ceiling has stalactites. I'm inside a cavernous lake or river. These hands are nice and warm, my body reacting in such away just from the touch that it makes me want to shout in pain and joy. Though I'm so weak I can hardly breathe anymore.

Another set of hands pop out, hugging my waist, kisses against my back.
And yet another set of hands pop out, massaging my scalp, running their fingers through my hair.

I begin to feel weighted in my chest. Sinking slowly into the cool waters, gasping for one last breathe of smoke, holding it as the hands slowly take me down below. The surface of the water distorts the stalactites, one of them falls through, slowly passing along side us. I turn to watch it sink and notice rays of light flash out from under, hitting along the walls leaving a glow for a few seconds then fade to black. "Wow, that's nice..." I think to myself,

I start convulsing, I can't take it any longer. I exhale, air bubbles escaping for freedom as I try to shake away to escape with them. Its useless, too weak. Further down I go, without air, no hope, no mercy. Water begins to flood the lungs, its an extraordinary feeling, the coolness washing away the warmth, the fear. Inhaling even more, to the point of bursting. Exhale, crimson water jets out of my mouth, spilling forth, stretching out as if it had tentacles, spreading and fading into the waters. Inhale; Wait... I can breathe. I'm still alive. Still being dragged deeper down, getting brighter and brighter with each passing breathe.

*Boom* The sound echoes in the waters and in my ears as I'm slammed down against a smooth surface. I finally get to see my captors even though it is partly hard as their fronts are heavily shadowed, but from what I could see, I was in heaven. To my left an interesting sight. A dark haired beauty, what seems like green eyes, and a huge scar on her right breast. To my right is something that can only be described by the sound of a moan. At least to me. Green haired vixen, light hitting her face just enough so there's a shine when she smiles. Luscious lips and I can't decide if her eyes are green or light blue, maybe the light is making it shift colors. She widens her smile, its warm and so inviting. I can't help but notice her right breast has an identical scar as to my lovely captor to my left.

Suddenly my head is jerked, I'm facing up as my 3rd captor embraces me for a kiss. Her nose rubs against my lips, her amulet weighs heavy on my heart. Red hair slowly flows passed my cheeks, rubbing gently against my skin like silk. Her lips are warm, like embers pressed against me under the calm, cool waters. Almost euphoric, I close my eyes to kiss her back.

She begins to float away. I attempt to lift my hands to hold her down but I'm just too weak even for that. She pulls my lips with her till she finishes the kiss with a bite. A bit of blood leaks out of the cut. She licks her lips as my glorious green-haired captor licks up the blood from my lips. I turn my head to the right to meet her, but get cut off as my head is jerked to the left and the deliciously dark-haired captor has a lick of my blood as well. They each put a hand on my body. green on my stomach, dark just under my rib cage, red on my heart. They dig their claws into my skin, I moan out in pain, they drag their hands against my skin. Water amplifies the sound of skin being torn, a warmness sweeps over me, blanketed by a coolness. The water suddenly turns darker.

I see them lean inward, their faces buried in the crimson fog. Their breasts barely visible, each with that same scar across their right breasts. The blood slowly disappearing, the water clearing up. Their heads picked up, blood being sucked into their nostrils. They exhale with a delightful sigh. "Ah..." It echoes in my ears. They lick the wounds, a little nibble here and there, just laying there wanting to fight back but unable to lift a finger. Slowly I begin to feel something stir within, I can feel it pumping through my veins. I raise my arms slowly, I put my left hand on top of the red haired vixens head as she buries her face on my heart. My right slowly slides against the emerald enchantresses neck. Sifting through her hair as she takes a mighty bite out of my stomach.

I've never felt so relaxed oddly enough, not afraid one bit, but not exactly enjoying my last moments spent. My body tremors, they pause a second possibly wondering what that was. An anger, boiling deep inside my heart, muscles contract again. They pause for another second, an opening, my chance. I pull their hair, forcing their heads back, I hear a screech of pain from both of them as I use them to help lift myself up on my feet. Determined not to let their meal escape the dark haired beauty digs her teeth on my side. I grab her face and dig my hands in her eyes, she shrieks and I push her off. I kick myself off the table and start kicking and swimming away. Almost immediately I'm grabbed by my legs, held in their mouths slowly being dragged back down. In the back of my eye, I notice the dark haired beauty in agony. Grasping her face and wriggling in pain. I lower myself and grab their faces, digging my thumb into each of their eyes. They scream in pain, scratching madly at my arms attempting to loosen the grip. They lose their hold on me and I kick their faces and swim away.

Swimming as fast as I can, I don't wanna die yet. Not like that.
Kicking and flailing, anything to get me up. Slowly starting to feel weak again. Maybe I've lost too much blood or I've lost the burst of energy. My arms stop moving, my legs slowly refuse to work. Slowly turning, looking down, seeing them gain their composure. They let out a blood curdling shriek, a war cry that ripples and shakes the water around. I notice more women appearing from holes in the walls. Walking against the floor and picking up their injured comrades. A sisterhood of mermaids.

They all raise their heads in unison and let out the same war cry. The water changes, it boils and burns. Suddenly a black shadow shoots up at me, striking me, making me spin. I clench my eyes and grit my teeth as I spin. A huge pain collecting on my left side, growing with every second. Then I see another shadow shoot up, spinning again, pain on my right side. Almost immediately after I'm hit again on my left making me stop, whiplash freezing my blood. Then one after another, like needles on my body being thrown from every which way. My body giving up, breaking apart, being bombarding by consecutive blows. Blood clouding the area, all i see is darkness, feeling myself spin left and right. I close my eyes and let myself fade away.

They are mermaids, I'd assume, though not your usual half fish half human breed. They were humanoid but able to breathe underwater, with cannibalistic features, maybe even a different organ and bone structure. It was one of my better dreams. Except the whole dying part. Other than that it was quite enjoyable.

Now I need a drink, a smoke, and some fucking heavy metal.

Sweet nightmares, kiddos.

Big Doses, Small Mentality.

May be half delirious. maybe if such a word exists. At this moment, this very second, i'm withering away at a rapid pace. My bones ache and my blood shakes, chills run up and down my body.

With every heart beat my body rattles like a cage holding a vicious hawk. Either that or a midget. Yeah, I'd be pretty pissed if I were a midget in a cage. Bet you would be too unless you're into that kind of thing. Then feel free to leave a name and a number. Nothing says loving than BDSM... out of the oven.

Though... If I in a cage I would not enjoy myself... If i were an oven I'd demand to be turned on at all times, baking fresh blueberry pies. No idea why specifically blueberry pie. And if i were a hawk I'd fly freely in the skies hoping I won't get sucked into a jet engine or propeller of a plane.

BDSM is just hot. sometimes so are ovens.

the Hell did I get myself into this time.

Had a good dream. Decided to share it.

It all began inside a strange white hallway. A shaken up kid no older than 15 with short red hair leaps into some bushes. He reaches into his pocket and finds a piece of paper with a list written on it. First thing he notices is the words "70 stories tall, 1 mile by 2 miles in length." circled in blue ink followed by "floor 57" in black. There was also a card with the words "World's leading facility for the gifted." with the name of the company and phone numbers scratched out. "Oh crap" He thinks to himself, "What the HELL did I just get myself into this time..." Wiping his face off to get rid of any fear or anxiety he's feeling, he begins to understand his surroundings. In an empty hallway behind some bushes and he needs to find a way to blend in. With that thought a little fat kid starts waddling in. Waiting patiently to jump out, timing has to be right, "yeah... eat that twinkie." he mutters under his breath. He carefully sneaks behind him, closing in on him. "Mmm... why do twinkies have to be so small" the fat kid says feeling a strange presence behind him. He turns his head, "huh?" he mummers as he's greeted with a rock to the face. The fat kid falls straight to the ground, unconscious and with a huge gash on his head. "Sorry", he says as he drags tubby behind the foliage. He quickly changed into the uniform though everything seemed to fit a bit too small and a bit too loose. "This... Isn't gonna work." He says with a heavy sigh and noticing the trail of blood he left. "I need to change and get out of here quickly" He rushes out of the bushes and turns the corner where his victim had came from. Not to far away was a door with a stick figure on it. "Just perfect..." He says under his own breath. He enters the bathroom stretching his arms and yawning so he could get a better look at the room, or more importantly see if there are any cameras of any kind. He notices a kid more or less wearing the right size clothing. Slowly he approaches a urinal and says "So hey..." The kid at the urinal looks at him and responds "What?" "I uhh... was wondering... This weird uniform, well this obvious mis-fitting of one, does this happen often here. I mean they give out the wrong size..." "No... Everything here is perfect. There are no mistakes here made at all..." The kid says, squinting his eyes. "I thought so... I wonder if you think I'm suspicious yet." He grabs him by the head and head butts him.

Minutes later he exits the bathroom with a change of wardrobe. He had to move quickly before they could wake up and report anything to anyone about him being there. Thinking over any escape plans and doing a quick prayer he continued down hallways. Filled with paranoia and trying to figure out why he's there in the first place he stops suddenly. Then he realizes that he may be completely lost. First hallways then stairs he had blanked out during his deep thoughts of paranoia and precaution. Then a bell rings, people started walking out of the rooms, footsteps unison, no eye contact, no feeling, the bell rings again. "Oh crap..." looking around for more cameras as paranoia keeps on getting the better of him. He notices that the doors were all different and perhaps no code at all. A103. B708. C624. De217. "Oh yeah... this might be fun." He reaches into his pocket to read the paper again, maybe there was something left behind, a clue. Staring at the paper, room R867 on floor 57. Now just to figure out what floor...

After minutes of walking down hallways, paranoid cameras might see him and at any given time being surrounded by guards, he manages to find an elevator. He pushes the button and waits patiently, nerves starting to shake and a look of confusion wipes over his place. "Why am I in such a place..." He keeps trying to remember desperately. Closing his eyes and hope it'll comes to him.

*Ding* He open his eyes shaken up by the interruption. He takes a deep breath and slowly steps into the elevator pressing floor 57. Suddenly a guard turns the corner with a freakishly huge dog. "YOU!" he screams out letting go of his leash. "KILL!" he orders the dog. Without hesitation it rushes towards him. "Crap." The doors slowly coming to a close. The dogs pace speeding up. Staring at the dog as its running straight for him. Seconds slow down for them both, will it make it in time? Will i come out of this alive. The doors close, and just in time.

"Great." He says as he finds himself staring down the hulk dog in a moving elevator, its huffs of breath actually creating steam. "You wouldn't by any chance be amused by a scratch behind the ears?" It snarls at him, its eyes hidden behind lumps of muscles that are over its eyes.

"Soon... soon it'll lunge at me, rip out my throat, and reap the harvest. 5... It starts sniffing the air, smelling my fear... 4.. It licks its lips, bloodthirsty son of a bitch. 3... Its showing its teeth, yeah, smile big boy. 2... It lets out a vicious bark as its muscles contract. 1..." He leaps to the elevator doors as the dog pounces forward, ripping through the side wall and rocking the elevator violently. "oh yeah, this is gonna be fun..." he says clinging to the doors. The hell hound loosens its head and begins to stare down its prey again. Slowly pacing toward him expecting him to make the first move. Without thought or hesitation he leaps on top of it tickling his belly. He baby talks the dog, "Who likes a belly rub?!". It kicks back and throws him off. He slams hard against the wall with his back, the elevator rocking harder once again. A cable snaps and the elevator tilts to one side. "Yeah, I'm not gonna make it this time." He lays there tired and beaten with no thoughts or fight left inside. The beast snarls as it turns around slowly approaching with teeth growing huger by the second. Jaws slowly opening up as he mutters "You look cute when you-" It throws itself on him digging into his right arm.

"AHH!" He screams; it snarls viciously as it tosses its head around waving him like a rag doll in its bite. "GAH!" he yells out again as it slowly pulls away still clenched into the arm. It went quiet in an instant and in that instant was when he realized the elevator echoing the snapping sound of his own arm. It had been ripped off his body. The mutt lifted its head high with its trophy in its mouth, waving it proudly in the air and shaking his head violently. With a gulp and a sigh he stared at his arm, at the beast, and possibly the though of whats to go next.

Slowly the dog's head drifted down, eyes back to its prey. Its mouth opened and a pool of drool fell to the floor, arm flowing down the trail. A second wind came about, an anger taking over. He slowly attempted to stand up. A mass of dog bulk rammed him against the wall, elevator bumping against the walls outside, but still he stood. Teeth showing, snarling mad, he jumped on its head and shoved his left hand into the beasts eye. The dog howled in pain, trying to ram him off, bumping into the walls. The elevator continued to remain intact but no telling how long till the final cables snapped. The dog continued to try to shake him off, its howls now getting louder and more obvious of how tired it was becoming. Finally, with a quick thrust out of the mongrels skull, he managed to grab a hold of my prize. The dog stopped and lay limp. "Fun... squeek toy." he said squeezing it then throwing it against the doors with a huge splat. Suddenly aware of the wooziness he fell on my ass. Harder to take in a breath, eyes heavier than they were before, still wondering why he was in such a place.

*Ding* Violently awoken and staring at the doors as they slide open. A man in beige accompanied by guards with 3 other monstrous dogs. The man in beige laughs as the boy's body starts shaking. The guards pull him out of the elevator while the boy manages to laugh back. "Why are you in my building!" The man says. "I won't be in your building for long." the boy says. His head lowers and body becomes limp.

"Check his pulse." The man in beige orders. "He's gone, sir." A guard responds. "You know what to do with him. Find out what you can. Hurry up. Take that arm with him."

The sound of water rushing past suddenly changes to tiny droplets. A woman dripping water down his lips. She's so beautiful he thinks to himself trying to manage out the words but unable to speak or move.

Splash. "wake up.." Who could this woman be... Splash. "wake up." Mom? No... she's been dead for far too long... Splash. "Wake up." My wife? Wait... I don't have one. Splash. "Wake Up." No girlfriend either. Sister? No... don't have one of those either. Splash. "Wake Up!" Well it could be -

The man slaps the boy. Light shining brightly down on the patient. "WAKE UP!!" He opens his eyes but closes them quickly "Ugh, I'm awake."

This is the part I woke up at. I might continue this later, maybe not. I did have another dream afterwards. It had to do with athletes turned zombies and a huge radioactive man-child, well man-baby. I might post that up later too.

And here's a fun quote - 'I believe you have created something so brilliant in it's foulness that I can't help but feel like I'm standing on the edge of history. eyes closed. arms spread wide. listening for the subtle whispers of future generations mocking you.' Forgot where I got that from. Any idea?

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With a heavy sigh and a sift through the hair, often I wonder what could be out there. Beyond the city of lights and noise, beyond death and religion, beyond the stars and skies. Sometimes I wonder who doesn't wonder this, but shrug it off and close my eyes. Good things come to those who wait, they say. I'll wait, but i'll probably also amuse myself somehow, hopefully It won't pass me by like so many things already have. So here I am, talking to myself, wondering if someone will listen. Wondering who will listen. But i close my eyes and shrug it off.