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"Pigs & Nightmares" 2003-09-05 - 12:25 p.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj for those of you just tuning in; there's an entry one back worth checking out I think I actually made it entertaining for a change but the lady from the pig sanctuary just called there's actually a chance I could get the job it makes me kind've sad 'cause I know that if they're calling me, then not many people were interested in the job I don't think I'm going to take it, but she's sending me a brochure; and I'm going to look at it before I completely dismiss it she said "the money's not that good", but it pays $6.25 an hour after they take the money out for the house payments and while I realize that's not the kind've money you make a career with, it's decent especially when you consider you don't have to pay for your house with it the main problem lies in the house while it's not a room on a farmhouse like I had feared apparently it's a 3 bedroom multiple bathroom mobile home (right when she said "mobile home" my hopes dropped) I'd get my own bathroom, which would be private along with the bedroom, but I'd have to share the house and that's not what I'm looking for but for comedic purposes, the reason I'm turning down the job came when she described the work she said it would be ten hours a day, four days a week [I think, I don't know, I was just waking up when she called and I started to zone out, which sucks] hard work out doors and it's hot now, if my life were a movie, each of those statements would've been accompanied by progressingly closer-ups on my progressingly narrowing eyes; and each one would've had that coffin-nail-slamming noise but the reason I say "just waking up" instead of "she woke me up" is because last night I had some really disturbing continuing nightmares involving Leatherface from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre don't ask me why, I haven't seen the movie in months and months but it was a series of three, and I woke up after each one, but when I went back to sleep it continued the first dream was the most surreal my mom wasn't in this one, and my house was much bigger, I think my dad was an author, and Leatherface was a psychopath that showed up at our house claiming my dad ripped him off [that part of the dream I can trace, it's just like a Stephen King story I just read called "Secret Window, Secret Garden". Which was very good, by the way.] but being a psycho, he didn't come to the door and talk about it the dream started kinda "in progress"; when Leatherface was already there, and doing psychotic thing but he didn't come in and start slaughtering people, like you'd expect Leatherface to do, either he was hanging around our house(I think on the roof) and at nightfall, every night(and this was the weird part), he would sit on the windowsill outside the window to my parent's room, and just stare in [somehow the windowsill was big enough for him to do that, and also the window had no blinds or drapes or anything] that's one of the more disturbing images I've had in a long, long time but my dad was completely unphased; he would just sit there and play games on the computer or even type novels, he wouldn't even look at Leatherface the times when Leatherface would be sitting on the windowsill were frightening, but the real frightening part of the night was around 2 when he wouldn't be sitting on the windowsill when he was on the windowsill he was scary looking, but you knew where he was after that you couldn't go outside becuase it was dark and he was out there in a bizarre side note, I think everyone followed my sleep pattern of sleeping from 4-5 in the morning to 2-4 in the afternoon there was a weird part around the end where I looked out my window and saw my car moving, and I thought Leatherface was stealing my car; but it ran off the road(just by the end of the driveway) and my youngest cousin jumped out [he had been trying to borrow it for some reason] so I had to go out and get him, and put my car back during the time of night when Leatherface was running around around then I woke up the second dream was different my mom was back, and my house was regular size, but my dad wasn't an author anymore Leatherface was still there, and I think for the same reason, which doesn't make sense but this time he was smart the first part involved me, my dad, my sister, and my youngest cousin in a different recurring dream I have where we go to a couple different stores in some bizarre little town [I never said it was a nightmare] but when we got home it connected back into the series Leatherface was trying to pose as different people to rent a room in my house which doesn't make sense because my house doesn't have any extra rooms and I knew it was Leatherface posing as these(well, actually only one for this part of the dream) people; but he was fooling the rest of the family I specifically remember going into my parent's room and sort of whisper/yelling to my mom that it was Leatherface, and when she asked me how I knew I said: "That's Gunner Hansen! He plays Leatherface!!" so he kind've insinuated himself amongst us in his weird, Gunner Hansen(of course I don't know how Gunner Hansen really acts, but he was definitely not acting like himself) persona but he was still psychotic and out to get us at the end of this dream, I was able to finally prove that it was Leatherface, and this time for some reason he was posing as this fat woman well when I was able to prove it to my family, he actually became a gigantic fat woman and s/he came in my parent's room and started to attack me and my dad was sitting right there at the computer, just playing his game, not doing anything I reached behind me, and on top of this dresser was a pile of different types of scissors, but I managed to grab this bizzare thing that had two finger holes but only one blade, and the blade was really short s/he then grabbed me by the neck with one hand and tried to lift me up, and I reached out with the short, blade thing, and jabbed it into his/her neck then I drew it straight back and out, trying to sever something it started to bleed, but only a little bit his/her fat had been too thick for me to reach the veins in her/his neck s/he dropped me after that, but quickly picked me up again and this time I couldn't reach his/her neck to try again s/he chokeslammed(a wrestling move) me onto the pile of scissors they were all laying on their side, so I was praying that I had escaped injury and that's when I faded out of the dream and faded into reality it was bizarre almost as bizarre as the dream in the third dream, Leatherface had been staying with us in that mysterious extra room he had been trying to rent in the last one for some time all my cousins were over, and were sitting on the back porch in rocking chairs I was out there too, talking with them and then Leatherface decided to make his move for some reason this time he was John C Reilly, and was wearing what looked like a mailman's uniform, and his "leather" mask was nowhere to be found [actually, he hadn't worn it since the first dream] so he comes out onto the back porch with a .22 revolver he raised the revolver to shoot, but before he could, I jumped up and started to struggle with him over the gun despite the fact that he was a big guy; I overpowered him and got the gun pointed at his throat, then pulled the trigger he fell over off the side of the porch(the car port and attached shed were mysteriously missing) and I shot him again in the head but the gun only contained two bullets I figured he was dead and sat back down but a few minutes later something happened that proved he was alive so I went back inside to get more bullets [the bullets, oddly enough, were much larger than .22's, although it was very specifically a .22 in the dream] and my mom and I spent most of the dream trying to figure out where in the hell his room was and when I looked back out on the porch again, he had somehow crawled up onto the porch and was sitting in a rocking chair I figured he had died of blood loss again, but again something happened to prove he was alive; and in fact was not going to die of blood loss so it was imperative that I found those extra bullets somewhere in the search I woke up and only like five minutes later the lady from the pig farm called looking back there's a few connections I can make from real life my dad always being on the computer John C Reilly is from this little sorta-quiz thing in my livejournal the carport and shed being gone made it so that the place where he fell was mere feet from the place I found my dog's body the fact that he could survive shots to the throat and head from point blank and practically point blank range from a .22 probably stems from the fact that a couple years back my dad took one of my friends and I to a shooting range, and we used a .22 and ever since I've had the most pathetic opinion of .22's, including making jokes about how you could shoot someone in the face from point blank with a .22 and only annoy them I don't know those were some bizarre dreams and the fact that I can't remember if the first dream was last night or the night before really bugs me I hope they don't continue tonight anyway, I've got stuff to do today Good Day � � |