Open Field of Dreams: Difference between revisions

I can't fucking sleep, so I'm driving around right now. How did I ever think that I could sleep right now? This is not a normal day in any way whatsoever, even compared to all the other shitty days I've had after having that bizarre dream. Why is it that I can't stop thinking about it? I think I have thought even more about the dream than all the shit that has happened today. I also got a call about an hour ago. Turns out Tony had more ladies, and one of them killed herself also. Shot herself in the head. Some sick fuck at work that no one really talks to was the one that broke the news to her that Tony had died. He was there and even took a picture of her body after she did it. I've been warned that the psycho might text it to my phone. Really, what type of sick bastard does that shit? To think it's not even illegal. I really hope he doesn’tdoesn't send it to me, though. I mean, I've seen one dead, mutilated body today, and I really don't need to see another. Then again, would it even bother me at this point? Tthe dream has gotten to me so badly. Well, I'm just going to stop at this hotel up here and try to get some rest. Maybe being out of the house can help me. Shit, where am I, anyways? I just got in the car and started driving. Oh well, who cares? The further away the better, maybe.

On my way to get food I found the field from my dream. I'm out of the car running to the tree. As I get closer and closer the flowers are growing. Yellow petals and blood red centers. As I ran further, they became bigger. When they were at their biggest, they were white with red centers. They are starting to pull the tree to the ground. The sky is turning red. There is a wind that I didn't feel before. It feels so good. The tree is whistling until I hug it. So warm like in the dream. I start crying. Why is this real? The bark doesn’tdoesn't feel like bark. No, it feels like flesh. But I hold tight with my ear to it, waiting to hear what it wants to say. Just like in the dream, it starts saying something. I just can't make it out, I feel the rain start. It doesn’tdoesn't smell like urine, it smells more— Oh fuck, it's blood. At the top of the tree thing, the monster, its branches— no, its arms, are pulling people apart. Their blood and fluids rain down on me. The tree isn't trying to talk to me, it's the sounds of the people that disappear into what could only be a mouth that I don't see. But this isn't a tree I am looking at, no it's like pale white flesh with veins that turn black around the end of its limbs. Fuck it's walking, the fucking things that looked like flowers are its fucking legs. Fuck it's chasing me. The ground is shaking under my feet, what the hell is this thing? I'm in the air now, with one of its black limbs sticking out of me. My blood is running over my face as I turn upside down. It has a mouth full of black, human-looking teeth, and this weird white tongue beyond the rolls of smaller, sharper teeth. There goes my arm, and a leg. I'm too scared to pee and I have to so bad.