My Hall of Dreams: To Catch a Serial Killer

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I woke up exactly an hour ago after taking a two hour nap on a Friday evening. I felt drugged when I awoke. I don't usually wake up with my eyelids still heavy and wanting to stay shut. I didn't need the sleep. I just got 11 hours sleep the night before. But I woke up feeling like I was waking up in middle of the night. The dream seemed so real that my heart rate was still beating fast and I could feel it pounding in my chest. I must have looked like something was wrong with me. My wife was on the other couch and saw my face when I woke up. She asked "are you ok?" with a concerned tone. I know she hates knife scenes in movies, so all I had to say was "I had a dream with knives in it..." , nuf said, she didn't want to know more. This is your last warning before I detail my dream: It has knives, explicit detail,gore, and overall 'yuck'.

The dream started with me pulling up to this rinky dink town in tim buck 2 in my old 1990 Geo Prizm. I parked along side the road and met with a woman who seemed to be in law enforcement. She began telling me in detail about a serial killer who was killing his victims with knives. Not just one knife, but with many. A victim could have as many 40 or 50 knives of many sizes stuck in all parts of there bodies. the knives could be pinning their bodies into particular formations or to hold their eyelids open. She walked me to a scene of a recently discovered victim. The victim was a woman in her mid 30 to 40's with shoulder length brown hair that seemed to have it's own natural curl. She was in a white night gown and had many wounds. The obvious wounds were a large kitchen knife going through her skull from temple to temple. Her eyes were pinned open using these mini knives that looked the cocktail swords you would get in a mixed drink that had the fruity garnishments on them. Her gown was bloody. Soaked in some areas and splattered in others. She was posed in the sitting position with her right arm coming across her body as if she was pointing something out to her left. Her right index finger was slightly pointing.

The woman taking me through the scene, whom I had never met and was nameless in the dream, told me of many other victims. I had this sense of being watched and followed as she was walking me through this large old house. It was a big Victorian styled home with very little furniture and beautiful wood floors. The victim was positioned in front of a large window looking out over the back yard of the house. As the woman officer was walking with me outside she was describing a man they were looking for. She was letting me know they pretty much knew who it was, but that no one could find him or track him down and he was picking off victims without fear of being caught. He was brazen and meticulous in the way killed each victim. As many victims as were found, were also others that were missing.

I walked through this community looking to discover; discover what, I am not sure. I seemed to round a corner and I saw many people all about the place. Something seemed very wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it at the time. I kept walking and still felt like I was being watched and followed. I was continually looking over my shoulder to see if I could notice anyone unusual following me. It felt like doom was lurking behind me. Taunting me. Wanting me to know it was there but not allowing me to see it. Then I stopped cold in my footsteps. I noticed now that the people I had been seeing out of the corner of my eye, doing their day to day routines, were all motionless. The were dead and had been placed to appear like they were shopping, sitting in a car, sitting at a bus stop waiting. As I began to take notice, the woman officer said "now you see what I have been talking about. They are all dead. He staged the entire town like this!" As she was saying this to me, I realized she and I were the only alive people in this rickity town. I was also now seeing that every person had been staged to look like they were doing some normal thing. They had all been killed with knives. This one woman had at least a hundred knives sticking out of her head to give the appearance of a hairstyle. On a city bench, there were 4 victims all staged looking like they were looking at the approaching bus. They were gruesome with knives pinning them together and most had holes in their faces and parts of their bodies left from a knife wound.

As the woman officer and I were walking, we both had the sensation of being watched. We were very alarmed and frightened now. It was getting darker and we needed to walk to get back to our cars. Then... we saw him! He was a man that was larger than a regular man. At least eight feet tall and big and burly. All you could see of his face was fear and teeth. It was his presence you saw, not so much his physical appearance. We took off running, it was getting darker. We ran through a small grove of trees all the while he was right behind us about to catch us at any moment. We came out of the grove and saw a small shed. We headed for the shed, it was about 40 feet long, 20 feet wide with a metal exterior. As we came upon it we looked for an entrance. We stopped for a moment to open the garage door but it wouldn't open or we didn't have time to try anymore... "he" was right behind us. We rounded the corner of the building and found a door to the garage, it was unlocked. We ran in and I locked it behind me knowing that it could probably be broken down. Somewhere in the running we picked up another woman who was running from him as well. She was older, i her mid 50's to 60's. She had short grey semi curly hair and was wearing flannel and jeans. She was frantic but quiet as I looked for either an escape or a tool to fight with. There was a vehicle in the garage but it looked like it had been sitting for a long while. We were trying to be quiet in case "he" didn't know we were in there. The vehicle had keys i it but were hesitant to try it. If it didn't start or made any noise as we were trying to start it, it might tip off our location. The woman officer pointed out my car was in the garage. I looked over and indeed my car had been moved here. "He set you up, he knew we run in here". "He wants me to use it", I said. The floor of the garage was brown dirt. I was perplexed. My little car might not be able to crash through the garage door. That would mean someone would have to open it and then run to the car before we were noticed or caught. We talked in whispered tones that were panicked and breathless. The woman officer and I were leaning into each of the doors of the other vehicle that seemed big enough to drive through the door of the garage. But, would it start? If it did, would it have enough get up and go to crash through the door?

We decided to try the larger vehicle first. If it wouldn't start, we would go to my car. If the larger vehicle made any noise and wouldn't start, the women would run over to my car while I raised the garage door as fast as I could and ran to my car for us to drive away as fast as we could.

We sensed "him" outside just waiting on us to make our decision, knowing that we would be forced to open the garage door to drive my Prizm out. I held up the truck key, it was dusty as was the inside of the truck. It looked like it hadn't been used forever. I told them that the battery was probably dead but we would give it a try. I turned the key. The truck battery had only enough juice for the engine to turn over a couple of times then died. Immediately, the killer was beating on the backdoor to the garage, trying to get in. We leaped from the larger vehicle, the women ran to my car while I went to the larger garage door. I looked over to them to let them know I was going to raise it, they looked back at me knowing we were all doing our best and this was our only option.

I raised the door and sprinted to my car, "he" was coming around to the front running to try and beat me to my car. I ran up to the car and fumbled with getting the door open. I was watching "him" run closer to us and not watching what i was doing. My clothes kept getting hung up on the door as I was trying to get into the car... "he" was getting closer... "c'mon" I said as I was trying to free myself. The whole time thinking that this really does happen when people are trying to quickly open a door in the movies. "He" was almost upon me... I fell into the car right shoulder first and started the car while I was trying to pull my right leg over to step on the gas to GO. Simultaneously I was trying to open the other door for the women... "he" was at the car now, I could sense "he" only wanted me. Everything was staged to get me to come to this town and "he" was only after me. He wasn't interested in the other 2 women. I tried stepping on the gas to get out of there. My feet kept getting tangled up as I was trying to speed off. The car started driving off, but not fast enough to put distance between me and "him".

As I was trying to drive away, I kept flashing from being the one chased, to observing me being chased (as a third party), sometimes I was on foot, others I was still trying to drive the car, and at times while observing me being chased while on foot, it wasn't me anymore... it was Tommy Lee Jones and he was injured.

As I noticed "him" gaining on me I knew "he" had done something to the car and I couldn't get away. Suddenly "he" was upon me. "He" had caught up with me. I had this eerie sense that this was it. I was going to die. "He" grabbed me!!

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I woke up in my car. It was upside down and I was beat up. I had blood coming from my mouth and a swollen face and an eye that I couldn't open. It was still night, but a full moon was illuminating the sky. I could hardly move. i wasn't sure how injured I was or if I was dying. I didn't know if I had any knives in me or not. I looked up and saw the woman officer. She was trying to help me out of the car. She said they got him. That it was all a rouse for "him" to get me there. I didn't seem to be worse for the wear. Beat up, but alive.

The woman officer walked me to a house, I knew the house, but didn't recognize it. I walked up some stairs just inside the door and walked into this dimly lit kitchenette area. i went to the sink to wash my hands. Every time I put my hands under the water, I noticed the cold water was arctic cold. It was ice water. I had to remove my hands a couple of times to let them recover. I got the dirt and gravel off my hands and heard my wife's voice coming from a slightly open door to the left of the kitchenette. I walked in and she was sitting on a stool topless with wet paper towels going across her breasts. I asked her whats wrong and she said her nipple was bleeding, but she would be ok. As she was attending to herself, I noticed she her hair was now an auburn brown and she had it in loose pig tails. I thought to myself "wow, she does look like Jennifer Anniston!" (a few days earlier, my son told my wife she looked "Rachel" from Friends.)

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J.ROB

Beautiful detail. Graphic and most hopefully not prophetic but I love the detail. I don't generally have nightmares like this but I can imagine that my heart-rate would be off the charts as well! What'd you do for halloween???

Posted by J.ROB on Saturday, November 04, 2006 at 1:01 PM
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k.a.t.i.e.