  It's nice out & I know I should grab my textbooks & stuff & go to a park & study, but I just can't make myself presentable to the public. I had a real bad dream that I woke up from at 6 this morning. About 10 seconds after I woke up, my bedroom doorknob rattled, & it scared the mess out of me. I told myself "it's only the cat, it's only the cat" & sure enough, the cat then made her meow/cry. I jumped up, changed into sweats, went out, wrapped a blanket around me (bc I still had chills from what happened), laid on the couch with the news on tv & fell back to sleep at 8:00 & slept until 11:30. I can't get the dream out of my head.
I'm writing it here so maybe I can forget about it. Eventually this post will be archived, in the meantime, anytime I review my blog, which I do on occasion to check for spelling errors & such, I will skip over this one. I don't care about misspellings & stuff here. If you have a queasy stomach, I'll tell you when to stop reading. And I will never mention it in another blog. I may even change the archive settings so it's not on the current page for very long.
For all I know, once it's in writing in this blog, maybe it won't seem as bad as it is in my mind. I wanted to get a Deadjournal account to put the dream there, but it costs money, which I don't care to spend. Anyhoo, I think I know why I had the dream. It took me the 2 hours I was awake to figure out where it came from. Probably bc I was channel surfing for a few minutes before I went to bed last night instead of doing the smart thing & looking at the TV guide. I came across some movie & watched a few minutes to figure out what it was.
There was a man walking down some stairs in a house. He was talking to a bunch of people gathered together. I could see him talking, but his mouth wasn't exactly moving. He had on a mask. The movie was "House of a 1000 Corpses. " I changed the channel, but ended up with a couple minutes of Sci-Fi & "Mad, Mad, House.
" I changed it again & watched something else, which, I believe I flipped back & forth between Jay Leno & David Letterman. I figured I completely left the shows behind. If you know the movie & actually liked it keep reading. Otherwise STOP READING HERE . The first movie, they then showed a dead man who had been skinned from the chest up. I realized the talking man was wearing the dead man's skin.
I changed the channel immediately, but made the mistake of turning Sci-Fi & "Mad, Mad, House" where the vampire was going to make some people drink blood. Now here's your LAST CHANCE to turn away. The Dream: (Really it's disgusting, nauseating, it involves cannibalism so stop here) I dreamed I was on a bus or train going on a trip. I was sitting on a small bed watching a small television & eating a sandwich. Possibly honeybaked ham & cheese. Anyway, the TV program showed a guy mutilating himself.
I wanted to change the channel, but I noticed other people watching it, so I just turned away until that part was over with. Suddenly it was no longer a TV, but a window, and the man's severed head was on a large stick. The head looked into the window at me & spoke, he'd said something about not being able to die & he could just sew his own head back onto his body. Then the trip was over, I'd gotten off whatever vehicle it was. Then I was walking thru woods with about 3 or 4 other people. We were on a path.
We came across dozens of garbage bags full of something, & nearby was a mattress and a makeshift camp. There was a terrible smell. We looked inside a couple bags which held body remains & clothing. We kept walking & eventually came across more of the same. We had heard that people were disappearing. We figured out this same man was kidnapping people & eating them, but mostly their skin.
We kept walking, & finally came out of the woods. All of a sudden we were inside the house where I really grew up & again, there was a really horrible stench of decomposition. The man was sitting on the couch in the living room munching on the fingers of his own left hand. He'd eaten them down to his bones. He felt no pain & he could regenerate so it didn't matter. One of the girls I'd journied with turned away & threw up.
We then got out of the house fast. We started back thru the woods, but I told the others we had to kill this guy or he would keep doing it. We were whispering as softly as we could. The others told me there was nothing we could do bc the guy couldn't die. He would just keep regenerating. I kept telling them there must be someway, we couldn't let it go on.
I suggested maybe shooting him in the heart. Everyone had stopped walking, they knew I was right, we had to do something. Then I started thinking what if this guy was following us. I started looking around. That's when I woke up. Time to go out & clear my head.
And fill it with history & psychological disorders. 
