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Jul. 1st, 2004 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeDear sweet Lady of us all. No sooner does the boyfriend say 'no nightmares tonight' than I have a nightmare a big one.
So, here I go writing about it to power it down.
Starts out, I'm in some sort of social worker office type thing. My grandmother's sitting on a couch talking to a guy, we're about to close but something tells me this is important so I stick around. A couple cops stick around too, or maybe they're social workers too. Whatever. One of them looks like Shane West from LXG.
The guy starts talking. The more he talks, the nastier it gets. He's talking about how he's raped, cut all kinds of people. Kids, I think, are what we're mostly concerned with. My grandmother doesn't crack her steely facade, but she does indicate to the rest of us to get the cops the hell over there. We also grab all kinds of knives from by the couch where he's sitting. We do it gingerly, scooting over, snatching a knife, and scooting back to where we were. We must have taken ten knives and shivs of various kinds. Finally the cops show up and arrest him. I think some of them were the SVU crowd. As he goes he shouts something about how they'll never find the rest or he'll be out soon or something.
Cut to an apartment. It's New York, I know it is because I've been in this apartment before. It's an apartment of a friend of my evil twin's. I'm shaking in my stylish yet reasonably priced boots, and Johnny Smith and that other weird guy from Dead Zone are here to comfort me. 'cause I'm the girl in the picture, can't remember her name. We're walking around late at night, worrying because I think he's going to come after us. When the hell did I get the visions? Johnny says don't worry because he's not going to kill us. Yeah, right.
Night falling. I'm trying to go to sleep. Johnny's in a chair nearby, and the other guy's somewhere in the room trying to sleep too. Sound of someone running down the street outside, I can hear him shouting something like "I will take your life" or "I'm still alive" or "I love you all" or for all I remember it could be "I love you New York." I think it might have been "I will come for you all." Then it skips a bit and he's coming upstairs. Suddenly we're in an apartment that looks like the bastard child of a bathroom and a New York subway station. Everything's covered in plastic. I've cut Johnny and someone else and tied them up for reasons I have no idea of at the time (scary thing is, though, it made sense in retrospect) and I'm hiding, wrapped in plastic, with a gun, still shaking in my stylish yet reasonably priced boots.
The killer advances. He cackles something about not having taken all his knives and brandishes for all the world what looks like a bloody metal comb. Maybe that's what he used to kill his guards with. I plug him full of metal. Cut (this feels like a tv show by now) to another scene. Cops are stitching us up, saying how lucky it was he didn't kill us, and I'm walking through the crime scene eerily calm. Funny thing, the cops who show up are the SVU crowd again. I guess this is why I cut them in the beginning, to make it seem as though he'd got closer to killing us. Either way, I doubt the cops will care. He was a nasty piece of work. I sit down next to Johnny and he says it's not over, there are still kids out there. Trapped kids, dead bodies. Cut the point of view, I realize I'm watching this on television. Lovely. It still scares the shit out of me. And then I realize, no, I'm laying down in bed, and then I'm waking up.
So, here I go writing about it to power it down.
Starts out, I'm in some sort of social worker office type thing. My grandmother's sitting on a couch talking to a guy, we're about to close but something tells me this is important so I stick around. A couple cops stick around too, or maybe they're social workers too. Whatever. One of them looks like Shane West from LXG.
The guy starts talking. The more he talks, the nastier it gets. He's talking about how he's raped, cut all kinds of people. Kids, I think, are what we're mostly concerned with. My grandmother doesn't crack her steely facade, but she does indicate to the rest of us to get the cops the hell over there. We also grab all kinds of knives from by the couch where he's sitting. We do it gingerly, scooting over, snatching a knife, and scooting back to where we were. We must have taken ten knives and shivs of various kinds. Finally the cops show up and arrest him. I think some of them were the SVU crowd. As he goes he shouts something about how they'll never find the rest or he'll be out soon or something.
Cut to an apartment. It's New York, I know it is because I've been in this apartment before. It's an apartment of a friend of my evil twin's. I'm shaking in my stylish yet reasonably priced boots, and Johnny Smith and that other weird guy from Dead Zone are here to comfort me. 'cause I'm the girl in the picture, can't remember her name. We're walking around late at night, worrying because I think he's going to come after us. When the hell did I get the visions? Johnny says don't worry because he's not going to kill us. Yeah, right.
Night falling. I'm trying to go to sleep. Johnny's in a chair nearby, and the other guy's somewhere in the room trying to sleep too. Sound of someone running down the street outside, I can hear him shouting something like "I will take your life" or "I'm still alive" or "I love you all" or for all I remember it could be "I love you New York." I think it might have been "I will come for you all." Then it skips a bit and he's coming upstairs. Suddenly we're in an apartment that looks like the bastard child of a bathroom and a New York subway station. Everything's covered in plastic. I've cut Johnny and someone else and tied them up for reasons I have no idea of at the time (scary thing is, though, it made sense in retrospect) and I'm hiding, wrapped in plastic, with a gun, still shaking in my stylish yet reasonably priced boots.
The killer advances. He cackles something about not having taken all his knives and brandishes for all the world what looks like a bloody metal comb. Maybe that's what he used to kill his guards with. I plug him full of metal. Cut (this feels like a tv show by now) to another scene. Cops are stitching us up, saying how lucky it was he didn't kill us, and I'm walking through the crime scene eerily calm. Funny thing, the cops who show up are the SVU crowd again. I guess this is why I cut them in the beginning, to make it seem as though he'd got closer to killing us. Either way, I doubt the cops will care. He was a nasty piece of work. I sit down next to Johnny and he says it's not over, there are still kids out there. Trapped kids, dead bodies. Cut the point of view, I realize I'm watching this on television. Lovely. It still scares the shit out of me. And then I realize, no, I'm laying down in bed, and then I'm waking up.
