At the moment it just keeps playing over and over in my head, so may as well write a journal about it. Just about an 2 hours ago I had a bad dream.
The way it was set up, I was with my sister and brother, walking up a winding street. And then my sister comes up to me with a remote control and then asks me, "How do I get them to change all at the same time?" Or something to that extent. She really talked like my sister really would, since she says alot of words that I hardly understand. At first I was more like, I don't know figure it out yourself. Because I had no idea what she was wanting. But There was an odd long shop that had a bunch of CRT TV's on display. I fiddled with the remote and it seemed like all the TV's showed the same thing and all switched channels at the same time as I pushed buttons on the remote. So I told her that it looks like its working fine.
Then there was some kind of flash news report that came on. And My prospective did a kind of thing where your view goes into where the TV is, and you and where you were does not exist anymore. I saw some old guy with a scruffy beard on scaffolding on a skyscraper. The reporter was listing various conditions that had happened, I can't remember them all, but electricity was diffidently one of them.
When it all started, there was a small stream of electrisity that went into the right shoulder of this man. It looked like one of those streams in a Nebula Plasma Ball upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia…
It did not seem to do him much harm after it went away. But then his right arm seemed to have a mind of its own. Aparently with the mix of what ever the conditions were and the electricity, it made a reaction with the muscles in his arm and it was out of his control. The arm first went up above his head, all the while with his other arm he was trying to stop it. The hand then pointed down to his face and then the arms tarted to moved down to shove his hand into his face right below the right eye. Apparently what ever was happening with the arm, it was set on its true full strength, which is something humans have but can't naturally tap into. The right arm penetrated into his face as I can clearly hear his screams and yells of "Oh GOD NO!!! NOOOO!!!" Now how horrible is it for your own arm to be making its way through your own face?
As he screamed and still shouting out that same line, the arm kept on slowly going down his face, eventualy destroying his right eye. He tried to stop his arm, and push it back with his left arm, but it was in vain. The right arm kept on going down and distorted the man's nose and then started to unhing his jaw as the arm made its way down to his neck. Flesh was getting riped and dangled down what was once his face. Even the jaw hang down broken. I had such a clear image of it and it looked so real. The arm went down to his colar bone and stopped there. The muscles were tightly bound and were not able to move anymore. The man seemed alive for a little while and eventually died from trauma and blood loss.
I then woke up and my heart was pounding. Seriously what I just wrote down is very tame compared to actually experiencing it. It's like one of those things that you have no idea unless it happened to you. I looked at the clock expecting it to be only 10 more minuted before I have to get up. Because that's how it normally goes right? Most annoying thing to happen, right? But no. It was 2:12 AM, and I get up at 5:00 AM. Odd for it to turn out like that, I was only a sleep for 2 hours. So I attempted to go back to sleep. Well that did not happen. I could not go back to sleep. What I just witnessed kept playing in my head over and over and until something in my mind told me that could happen to me in the future. Have you ever been paranoid that your right arm was going to attack you and you have to try to sit on it to protect yourself? Or maybe use your whole bed between you and your arm, and hope to God that your arm could not go through all of that wood, metal, and fabrics? Could your arm go through 2X4's? The arm itself would probably hurt like hell going through the bed and exerting all the power it truly has, just to get to your head and give you a slow and painful death.
And then I could not sleep. So I just got out of bed, booted the PC up and started typing this journal. And now its about an hour till I am supposed to get up. I just hope I can get these images out of my head. And I sure hope its not one of those dreams of whats going to happen in the future or something like that.