Maggots

9 Aug 2024

Dream

i was in this underground building with a lot of other people. possibly in a school trip or vacation or something for work. we all had partners and were to setup together to study something. i thought something was really wrong tho and i was smarter than the whole group on some dark super secret creepy science stuff. my partner thought i was super creepy and weird and nerdy and didn’t like me because he was a jock cool guy. all of us had to pick a spot to setup our stuff. i picked a spot under this angled ceiling and the floor was angled too like under a bridge. my partner told me “dude. don’t pick a spot that’s completely in the dark. that’s weird” there were also holes in the base ground and you could hear creepy sounds through them. i didn’t want anyone to catch me and so i waited for my partner to walk away and then i crouched down and yelled into the hole in the ground “hey! is anyone down there! hello!” and then i heard someone coming so i ran quickly to the group to try and blend in. i ran into a girl who is kind of my friend and she immediately knew it was me but was gonna help me blend in. we heard my voice echoing from this drawer. we opened the drawer and there was another hole in it leading to the underground. there were 2 maggot looking things in the corner of the drawer but it was too dark to tell. then i woke up

6 Aug 2024

Dream

I saw my cat, dead, decaying, maggots crawling through their eye sockets. Then I saw myself, dead and decaying, and maggots crawling in my eye sockets and flies swarming my body

5 Aug 2024

Dream

I am in an enchanted meadow at night with bioluminescent flora and I see large tree with a wide smooth trunk and prominent roots with white blossoms on the branches. The tree glows with an ethereal light from the roots up to the trunk branches and blossoms. The tree is vividly illuminated against the black night and I hear all kinds of nocturnal creatures chirp and chatter. for some reason, I know that this tree is part of me and it is either attached to or represents my soul. Suddenly white circles that look like chalk appear all over the trunk and branches and I ask a man who I feel is my boyfriend but I do not know in my waking life what those circles mean and he tells me that it means I am marked for death and/or will die very soon. then slowly a blackness starts to take it over from the roots up, snuffing out its shining glow and making way for the darkness of night. I become afraid and the man and his friends tell me they have just been turned into vampires and either I can join them or die. I am terrified of the thought of never seeing my daughter again so I opt to be turned, although I am terrified to let them bite my neck. He tells me of another way where they transform into tics or similar small blood sucking parasitic creatures. I agree to this less evasive way to let them drink my blood but soon after I agree to this I look down and I notice my legs are filled with maggots coming out of open wounds and my legs are huge with edema and swollen up to twice the right size. I feel my life force begin to drain as the blackness spreads further and further up the tree trunk toward the branches and blossoms. Suddenly just as it was about to be totally consumed by the darkness, the tree behind to shine brighter and brighter at the tips of the branches and flowers, pushing the blackness back down to the bottom of the trunk and down to the roots and eventually into the ground below, leaving the tree shining again in the darkness lighting up the world around it.

21 Jul 2024

Dream

My old roommate had the ability to start and stop fires at random. She was sitting out front of my old childhood home which was a townhouse, where she would think of a fire, and all of the sudden, everything was ablaze, until she felt like going back to normal, and nothing was smoldering; as if the fires never existed. I walked to my friend Courtney's house a few blocks away, thinking that would calm me down from watching my house turn to flames, only to go right back to ordinary. No such luck. Courtney was dating Marc, a friend of mine that I used to chill with at the bars, and comment on chicks with. They had apparently been together for a while, and all you could find in their fridge was leftovers from going out to dinner every night. I was so angered that they would spend so much money on going out, when they were struggling for rent money. God, they're just like my dad and step-mom. But they didn't see it. Courtney was so oblivious to her over-spending, and just sat back and played Playstation 2 some more. So, onto my house again, where my old roommate had left to kill herself. She told my sister Jennie to tell me that she couldn't handle her newfound powers, so she was going to leave the world. I was suprisingly nonchalant about it. As I moved onto talking to Jennie about going back to the House of 1,000 Corpses Haunted House, where she had chickened out last time we went. I had experienced quite a large amount of dysphoria last time I went, being that I fell through the floor, only to find myself covered in maggots and doormouses. The house was enveloped by morbid quotations written in graffitti. Stuff like "your mother raped me, so I killed her." and "this is the blood of the many victims of this house." I thought that for a haunted house, they went a little far with their decorations, but I figured, Jennie wants to go and see if she can handle it, I may as well go with her to 'hold her hand' if she got scared. So, I decide to go first, and wait for her there. I remembered the part of the house where I fell through, and made sure to stay clear of that level. I uncovered more morbid quotations, and even more creeking panels. There were ropes hanging from the ceiling, and chains cuffed carelessely to the banisters. I didn't want to go back in there. But I had to remain strong, for Jennie. She was going through enough already, with her getting admitted into the mental hospital, and escaping because she knew she wasn't crazy. I had to stay with her, make sure she was safe. So, Jennie finally shows up, exhausted and out of breath from running again. She had run into one of the orderlys on their way to the asylum. But at least she made it here okay. Although she was shaken up from the whole ordeal, she still wanted to go into the haunted house. I told her she may not be able to handle it, but she insisted that she do it, to prove that she wasn't a pussy. She reluctantly climbs up the steps to the first floor, watching me to see if my facial expressions change, giving her an idea of where to and where not to go. She eventually makes it to the level where I fell in. I stood on the window sill on the level below, where you could look up and see where other people were in the house. There was nowhere for me to climb up to her to warn her, and for some reason, she wasn't answering my cries to her to stop and turn around. So, what other option did I have than to go myself? I started getting very sweaty, my palms could barely hold onto the banister, which was shakey to begin with. I pass over the blood stained wood beneath my feet as I make my way up the staircase to where she was. I find her sitting down on the very slates that I fell through, petting a lost dog. She seemed very somber, as if she was in an ordinary house. I couldn't understand why I fell through, and when I come here to be her moral support, she winds up being more unafraid than I. I try and tell her it was time to leave, that we had to get out of the house before the boards split, and she becomes engulfed in insects and rodents. And as I stood there, pleading with her, there sat a doormouse, just like the ones I fell into before. Right behind her. She turns around, and picks up the furry creature, and starts petting it, as though she were a little kid in a pet store. Everything seemed fine. We finally leave the house, and realize, only when we looked around and saw not a single soul, that there was no carnival in town. No fair, no amusement park; we just spent over an hour in an actual blood haven. We stoically walked forth to our house, where we had to get ready for a party soon. We walk in, and find the party has already begun. I tell Jennie I have to go upstairs and change before my soulmate Kenny got there. As soon as I said that, her daughter Emily runs up to me, and asks me why I was covered in blood. I couldn't tell her. I simply walked up the stairs without missing a beat. Later, Jennie went onto explain to Emily that it was fake blood. No reason to make Emily upset. I finish changing, and sit down by the window, because I wanted to watch the moon. A few hours pass by where I forgot about the world, when all of the sudden, Jennie walks up to me, and tells me to hold out my hands. Shaking a pill bottle into my palms, she gives me 7 Tylenols with codeine. She thought that maybe if we were numb and apathetic to the whole incident, we could enjoy the party more. So I take them. All of them. Next thing you know, I'm calling everyone in my phone book. I stumble across a few people I hadn't talked to in years, and they seem unknowing to who I was. She was right; the pain killers helped to make me forget the killer's house, but now I had something else to deal with. People had forgotten me. People that I held in such high regard, people that I talked about all the time, and shared memories of them with other acquaintances. How could they forget me? They said I was such a great friend.