Worst nightmare in the fucking world last night.
I meet this guy. Last day of highschool it seems. He's mexican, i'm white, (in my town they don't mix... ) but the power of marijuana makes us friends anyways. I'm at his house, getting food, when I find this huge bag of trainwreck weed in his fridge. *flash* Suddenly instead I'm friends with his father, or maybe an older version with him. He's emotional, so we decide to go out drinking/smoking. He offers me a beer. *flash* 8 hours later, apparently I smoked and drank so much after he offered me that beer, I lost all memory of the experience afterwards.
*flash*
I'm on this train a bunch of people, they belong to some church and they're letting me come along... For some reason they're all laying down/cuddling with their significant other... one girl starts acting wierd and I lock her in another room... Then I find the body of my friend in another room... Freak out... I run to tell everyone else, but find them all slaughtered, and the face of the girl locked in the other room is stuck in a grin, staring at me...
*flash*.
I'm young again. A kid. The latino adult in the first dream sort of morphs into the latino father of one of my only childhood friends. But the pot in the refridgerator remains. I go over to their house. And I start to freak out now, because the same thing happens as on the train. They all end up dead. I suspect I have some kind of memory or personality disorder that makes me forget my crime. I fear the mere presence of myself is the presence of a murdering monster.
I open the refridgerator for the pot, hoping to try to forget everything that just happened. It's not there.
I ride my childhood bike home as fast as possible in the darkness. I try to explain the situation to my father, who looks really old, i don't really remember him as he looked like in my teen years. But he just smiles and opens the door when someone knocks...
Also, late at night, in the first dream, I remember being half-awake, half-asleep, and calling out "But he's my friend!!!" and then... "MY FRIEND!!!!"
sort of angrily...

So what's your worst nightmare? Doesn't have to be the most terrifying in the real world, just that it affected you the most.
Inferius Reviewed by Inferius on . Worst Nightmare Ever Worst nightmare in the fucking world last night. I meet this guy. Last day of highschool it seems. He's mexican, i'm white, (in my town they don't mix... :( ) but the power of marijuana makes us friends anyways. I'm at his house, getting food, when I find this huge bag of trainwreck weed in his fridge. *flash* Suddenly instead I'm friends with his father, or maybe an older version with him. He's emotional, so we decide to go out drinking/smoking. He offers me a beer. *flash* 8 hours Rating: 5