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Last night I had a nightmare. I don't normally feel upset by my nightmares, just inspired. Though last night's and all those I had in PEI were particularly and abnormally disturbing. The other day I had a dream that three of my fingers were severed and I felt the pain from it. Or I had a nightmare where a man was killing and blackmailing children of a small community.

Last night's, or more, this morning's is still fresh in my mind. I was walking in these woods with my foster mother and he boyfriend, he likes to wander in obscure places and take pictures. So he was rather giddy until it got darker and darker and we found an old house. Inside there was an old bed, stained with blood, and one table. There were shells on the table and inside were these massive hermit crabs. It shouldn't have been scary, but it's like that scene of "It" where at the dinner a man cracks open his fortune cookie to find a claw in it. It was disturbing because it was unnatural.

Then we left the house and there were two animals fighting. I don't remember what the one looked like, perhaps it was just a black blur, but the other I remember clearly. He was a dog with a massive front jaw, rather flat but it came with a nasty set of teeth. The dog, which wasn't quite a dog, was rotting. It looked like something from Silent Hill. It was short, only coming up to about my thighs, but it was red, green and black, falling apart. It quickly started to attack me, and to stop it, I put my hand in his jaw and latched on. The jaw started to rip off because he was so severely rotted. I felt the wetness of his mouth on my hand before I ran.

I ended up in some horror town, where everyone was rotting and sickly, like homicidal leppers, or more formally "Zombies". Everyone and everything wanted to kill me, with chainsaws, axes, knives and guns. I kept running until I found a set of stairs. I launched myself down them, getting so far down that it was now impossible. Every time I opened the door to see if it was safe, I was looking in the face of someone who wanted to kill me. With several monsters on my back i finally came to a place where there was an internet browser. I quickly typed the name of another site and I was gone from the Horrorville.

I don't know what made that nightmare so bothersome. Normally, like I said, I'm unaffected by them. However, in this one, I was terrified to the core, I really felt like I was going to be ripped apart. The dog scared me the most though, how soft the flesh was and how easily it tore. I'm not stressed out right now, I'm just as content as always, so I wonder why I'm dreaming so savage. Perhaps it's that I haven't written horror in a while. I have horror in me and it seems it will find a way to leak out no matter what.