My friends were talking about their dreams. One had a dream where she went to Disney land and her wife had one where she had an ear infection. I then proceeded to tell them what I dreamt the night before.
I was in a church pew hiding from a killer who was nailing a man to the large wooden cross. Once nailed up the killer then proceeded to cut open the stomach and slowly began to reach in and pull out the man’s intestines. I have had dreams like this since I can remember. Some times I am the one being killed and ‘played with ‘ other times it is someone else and I am trying to get away. My dreams are either boring ( me just doing every day things) or fucked up. The killers in my dreams like to play with internal organs while the victim is still alive. I assume this is a product of watching things about rapists and murders at an extremely young age. I knew about rape by age 5. My grandmother who molested as a child made sure my sister and I knew about so it wouldn’t happen to us. The result is both of us are overly cautious. I was so young 3 or 4 when I had a nightmare that Ronald McDonald cut children into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet. Yet, not afraid of clowns….