November 4, 2003
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Once again it’s happened. I woke up from a nightmare, a particularly bad nightmare, and found myself rolled over on my back. I had a hard enough time fallin asleep last night, and the dream just made me feel sick. Arggh! I think I need more pillows so I can prop myself onto my side and there’s no way for me to roll over onto my back.
It started out innocently enough, though as always it was strange enough. For some reason, I needed to be pushing a shopping cart to get into a beach/park. No one else in the line was pushing one, but for some reason to not have one would have identified me as an outsider and would have barred me from getting in.
I really needed to go inside because I was looking for my brothers (I only really have one and he wasn’t in the dream) and/or I was investigating disappearances.
Once I got into the park, I looked around until I found this bungalo. This is where it gets really gross and creepy though.
I found my “brothers” and several other men. They were alive, sure, but they were also decomposing and being eaten “alive” by bugs. They were all lying on large mats, two to three to a mat. I don’t think I can adequately describe how horrible they looked.
At first I really thought they were dead. I mean, there were holes in them. Holes you could see through. Those laying two to a mat were pretty much uniformly rotted, but the center man on the mats where there were three bodies looked in good condition by comparison. It was from one of these three-person mats that the center man sat up as I approached.
That wasn’t the worst though. As he sat up, all these black spider-things came pouring out and after me. That’s when I woke up, feeling sick, on my back. I really wish I wouldn’t roll over onto my back in my sleep. Maybe these dreams might not get so bad if I didn’t.
