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My nightmares are getting out of hand once again. Once again I cannot sleep peacefully.
Last night I saw the world after a nuclear holocaust. There was en everlasting winter and night. The few survivors that were left had gone insane.
I made my way from outside into an old metro. There were two platforms and two lines between them. The metro was lit with fluorescent lights and when I looked into the tunnels, all I could see were endless tracks and green light. On one side were about 2-3 people who were insane, but obviously still had some sense of sanity in them.
I made my way to the other side. It was darker over here. The first side had at least a few ceiling lamps turned on but on this side, there wasn't a single one. The only light on this side was that which reached from the opposite platform where I had just come from and even that source of light wasn't enough.
On this side was only one person. I don't remember if we exchanged any words to learn more about each other, but I can remember how I could at least sense how this person had lived on this side of the metro since "the incident" and how this fellow had gone absolutely mad - no sanity was left whatsoever. He kept lurking in the dark, only peeking out behind the corner where he was hiding.
Apparently, one man had followed me to this side from the light side. He tried to turn on the ceiling lamps but before he could do so, the creep told him in a gargling almost whispery voice,"I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
He did anyway and before I knew it, he was engulfed in flames. Alive. There must've been something wrong with the wiring because instead of being able to put the lights on or just getting an electric shock, he was fully on fire.
The smell of burning flesh filled my nose, the screams of this man were too horrifying to stand. I covered my mouth and nose as I watched him suffer. There was no way to save him. The lurker just watched as if he had seen this kind of a sight before.
I still can't get the image and the sound of his screams out of my head. They're stuck in there. Haunting me.
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Just a few nights before I saw a nightmare where I had a schizophrenic father. He had murdered everybody except me - my mother, my brother and even the neighbours.
I remember going up a flight of stairs, as I was walking I could see blood and severed limbs. Once I had made my way up, I saw my father and he even explained to me what had driven him to do so. The voices.
After that, I ran away. I tried to get as far away as possible. In order to get further from him as fast as possible, I hitchhiked. I didn't have anything on me. I had no money, no clean clothes, I only had the clothes I was wearing. I didn't care, I just needed to escape before I got killed, too.
These dreams remind me of other dreams I've had during my other schizophrenic periods.
In one dream, I was standing on a door's threshold that lead me to a room in a basement. Behind me was a long and narrow hallway.
There was beautiful sunlight coming from a small winow and falling upon a heap of corpses.
Gory corpses. I shut my eyes from the shock of the sight and when I dared to open them again, I was on top of that heap, looking down upon the dead rotting bodies.
As I was gazing down, I could see one man turning his head towards me. It freaked me out as it was proof that some of these weren't corpses after all, they were still alive even if barely! The man was blind and could not see me but he could feel me there. I watched as the maggots were eating his face slowly with one of his cheeks already fully eaten. I looked into his eyes for some time before waking up and realizing that this far too realistic dream was just a dream. It had felt so real.
All I have left are small clips of different dreams. Me walking over a field of corpses, me watching one man cutting open the stomach of another man with his organs bare and falling out. The list goes on...
