I had a hideous dream last night. Although I must be used of having such amount of deadly and bloody dreams, this particular one caught my eye inmediatily; because for the first time, this dream was not about me in death pain, but seeing others to suffer the end.

In this dream i had a friend, a girl that i dont know. We were escaping some kind of facility, with dirty narrow pathways and weird wall-shapes. The place was as gloomy as it was new, good enough to make anybody fall into despair within its walls.
As you know for a dream, there're gaps that i don not recall. But I know there was this woman, beautiful and with black hair, who was following us. Se wanted to kill us by all means. We reached eventually a round room, wide enough and with the ceiling in a dome shape, and the evil woman attacked us in that place for the last. She had a hook in one hand, full of blood on the tip, and in the other she held a small gun. Somehow she was more pleased on using the hook than on using the gun, and that was good for us (if we had to choose, it's easily to escape a waving hook than a bullet).

So something happend that I ended being hurt by the hook in my right arm. She released the hook which got stuck inside my flesh, and she decided to use the gun instead. But then my friend came on the back with a round thick-plastic transparent glass wih sharp irregular edges in one hand, round enough to fit a face. She attacked the evil woman as I observed, and she hit her with the hollow side of the glass straight to the face of the evil woman. She did it with such strength, that the edge of the glass cut the flesh around the face of the woman, making the eyes and nose and mouth to be inside the glass.

My friend pushed harder and harder, making the edge of the glass to go deeper and deeper into the flesh, making the woman scream in the inside. Blood was flowing in small amounts, and then large ones, and almost all of the blood was accumulating inside the incrusted glass. Eventually the woman ended up drowning in her own blood, unaware to free herself for her attacker. And there I woke up.

The other part of the dream, wich happened after I fell asleep again was this:
I dreamt that i had this new car parked. So then a man came with his keys close to my car and decided to slide de sharp end of the key onto my car's paint. I saw that and made me mad, so i stayed crouched and attacked the man form behind the moment I could.

Then the scene jumps and I'm in a weird place filled with chains and hooks and stuff. In front of me there's a metallic table, and on it, the man lies naked, with hands and feet tied up with the chains. There's also a chain on his neck to keep him still. Then the man wakes up and he begins to yell as I start telling him: had fun scratching the surface of my new car right? Maybe it's time for you to know how does that feel on you, although your surface is not new at all... Enjoy feeling the fun you made my car feel when you scratched it.

And then I pushed a button, and a weird device came from de ceiling. It had four arms, with spinning ends, and on the tip of each spining end there was a key with sharp end. The purpose of the device was to press against the flesh of the man whilst the key was spinning slowly, so that it will scratch de skin not to deep yet not to light. Just fair enough to leave a painful cut with blood and posibble scars (a cut that need stitches). So the four things moved randomly scratching with the key ends every possible part of the body including the face of the man, with him screaming as hell and the blood coming out from all wounds. And there I woke up for real.

I promise not to watch the SAW movies that late anymore hehe.

Unknown "$ekr3t k33p3r" Crazy - 16 years, 10 months, 8 days ago

Un pequeño Poemilla que escribí hace algunos meses je:

LA MASCARA DEL ANGEL

Cuando el sol no salía más llegaste,
y con tus alas me arropaste.
Qué franqueza hubo en tus palabras,
¡Y cuán brillante era tu alma!

Blanco tu rostro de luna llena,
tu gesto inspiraba confianza.
Desde la noche saliste aquél día,
Y con tu melodía calmaste mi agonía.

Y sólo eras una silueta ese día.
Un fantasma o ángel que llegaba a mi vida.

Y como si fuera el dedo de dios apareciste,
y frente a mí me dijiste:
La paz viene de ti y conmigo,
Mirad con cuánto amor este pensamiento concibo.

Y con sus alas blancas y sus plumas suaves,
Me sentí en calma y con una paz salvaje.
!Maravillosas las cosas que venían del cielo
Y que se quedaban ahora velando mi alma!

Y ya no eras una silueta ese día.
Eras un ángel que había salvado mi vida.

Pero la brillantez como toda luz en la vida,
se tuvo que ir de repente un día.
Mas no perdí las esperanzas:
esperé la promesa que venía de arriba.

Y los años volaron con su brisa suave
Contando los días en el calendario.
Meses, semanas, días y pasos;
Hasta el momento que regresaste volando.
¡Maldigo ese día nefasto!

Puesto que por fin tu máscara quitaste,
Y entendí que no eras ángel blanco.
Y aunque tu luz brillaba arrepentida,
Tus palabras me encendían y embravecían.

Y dejaste de existir en mi vida,
Ya no eres más que un ángel que maté ese día.

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La máscara la he colgado en mi pared,
Mientras tus alas te las he arrancado y quemado.
¡Jamás volveras a volar otra vez!
Es el precio por vestir de blanco
Y esconderme que no tienes otro color más que el pardo.


By Jobo.
Unknown "$ekr3t k33p3r" Crazy - 16 years, 11 months ago