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Some time ago, I dreamed a horror film. Or at least parts of one. Please excuse the slightly disconnected writing. It was a slightly disconnected dream. Parts were missing and I don’t want to invent them. This isn’t a story. It’s just a dream.

It began in the 1950s. I could tell by the furniture. I was a girl, a teenager, living at home with my parents. I had a baby boy in my arms and I knew he was mine but I couldn’t remember giving birth or being pregnant. I couldn’t remember anything before that moment. My mother said gently, “You have to give him a name, dear”, but I didn’t want to because I was scared I would choose the wrong name and he would have it forever and hate it.

Next, it was night and I was older, standing outside my house in the pouring rain, crying, as a young man stood in front of me covered in blood and wearing ripped clothes. I could hear sirens. I begged him to leave with me but he said, “No, you have to let them take me this time. Please let them take me.”

Then we were in the car. I had somehow convinced him to come with me but he was angry and shaking his head and shouting at me to stop driving, to let go of the wheel and stop. I refused to. He took a knife from his pocket and started cutting through my fingers that were gripping the steering wheel. I couldn’t feel anything but I couldn’t hold on any more.

Him, in a bleak prison hospital, wandering through a faltering blue-green electric haze. He was repeating “…and then I cut her fingers off” every few seconds, like he kept forgetting and then remembering and needing to tell someone. No-one was listening.

Decades later and I was in church for the first time in years. No-one would look at me. I was sitting in a corner and when it came time to sing a hymn, I couldn’t find the right page in the book and there wasn’t room to stand up.

I walked outside, past a minister who wouldn’t meet my eye, and found my car with the doors open and a window broken. There was a dog lying on the seat inside. I thought it might have been dead. I didn’t know.

I woke up.

Sometimes I dream in horror stories and post them on the internet.




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Squeakarz Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I love the idea of this, though I feel it could be much stronger and the theme of horror could be communicated much better if a little more artistic liberty was taken. I do understand that's not what you wanted to do with this piece, but I really feel this could be spectacular if it was less of a straightforward description of the dream, and more of a poetic(?) stance on it. Not creating things that weren't there per se, but elaborating on what was there. Such as the feeling you had during this dream and perhaps the thoughts you were having or just what the scenery looked like. Just a thought/suggestion ;) I hope you have a nice day
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2017
If I ever decided to write it as an actual story rather than "here's an interesting dream I had" those suggestions are all totally valid and exactly how I'd approach it. This was just a "here's an interesting dream I had" though :)
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MarieStars Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017   Traditional Artist
I really really like the idea you had writing your dream. I love i!t 
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2017
Thanks! When I have a particularly weird or detailed dream, I try to write down as much of it as I can remember. Sometimes they turn into stories :aww:
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MarieStars Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2017   Traditional Artist
I think it's a really good idea! Dreams are so strange but so full of meanings!
Can't wait to see your next! ^^
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foureyes Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2017
small heart - black ......creepy, love it !
 like a scene from a Q. Tarantino movie :) (Smile) 
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017
My sleeping brain comes up with better horror than my awake brain :D
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foureyes Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017
:nuu: are u scared when u wake up Tanya ?......I've had a few horror dreams over the years, when I wake up I'm not ok, can't go back to sleep :( (Sad) 
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2017
No, I love those dreams! I'm almost always aware that I'm dreaming so at the time they don't generally bother me. The only dreams that really upset me are the very few where I don't realise I'm dreaming and something awful happens to someone I love. I feel freaked out when I wake up from those. But the ones that feel like I'm inside my own personal horror movie are awesome :D
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boybig5411 Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2017  Student General Artist
wow so freaky 
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017
Thank you :D
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boybig5411 Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2017  Student General Artist
your welcome :D
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PaMonk Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2017  Professional Artist
Nice Here I Lice then great all..Hug 
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TanyaSimoneSimpson Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017
Thanks Barbara! :heart:
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PaMonk Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2017  Professional Artist
loved you 

so for I loved you so such..💗💗
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princesskittehh Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2017   Filmographer
:love:
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