  I just woke up. I had an interesting dream. Dream 1: This was a frightening but not enough to be a nightmare.
I dreamed this old “friend” of mine who I had differences with was stalking me. He was trying to reforge friendship in the manner that was… well scary. We didn’t get along since I disapproved of him paying this guy to fuck him and that kinda vice got things more complicated. In short he was getting what-ever he wanted through what ever means. Suffice to say, he freaked me out when he wanted to do the same with me (truth be told this part really happened) so I got freaked out and disappeared like I always do.
In the dream he was stalking me and was so persistent it led to me leaving traps behind. It was like I knew if he would go this far to stalk me he would get himself killed and in trouble. Unfortunately that did not stop him. The he started leaving traps for me. There was a scene where I go to this room, and I fall asleep only to find out the room was a false one and a box. He would not open it till I submitted. That was scary… but I got out. I had a small grenade and I threw it in the toilet. The toilet was false so it did not flush but contained the explosion. I got bloodied up but I got out.
There was a point I found out he was a ghost. He was drunken in his hedonism he died, without any satisfaction. So he began hunting what he can’t have. Scary, cause he mimicked the living and when I took a swing at him with a old kitchen cleaver he kept coming at me. I collect swords (real ones) so I took two of them and began butchering him. I was watching my self butcher this guy who would not stop dying. It was frustrating. After being bodied and unbowed in several encounters with him I began shouting at him. I was saying he can keep coming an I will keep killing him cause I would never stop fighting- I live for this, I ended.
He stopped, he was a quiter. He always was as I remember him. That’s why started paying for sex in the first place, he quite those whose affections he can win and started buying it. Dream 2: I was out with a bunch of guys with their families. It was the future and they were all happy. I was happy cause we went to this out of this world beach with purple skies (in the morning) and a cooler smaller sun. It took me a while to figure out that we were in another planet. Well there was this problem that occurs in the group of old friends.
One of them started an investigation over their past when it seems people have started dying in our vacation. There was so much fuss over their “mission” when they were young. It seemed like something terrible happened and it was kept secret from everyone. When my own investigation and questioning gave me enough of the truth, I noticed that there was one more person missing during the whole vacation.
That person was “with” them but when I found the corpse and strange ritual markings I my stock knowledge of where it could be from led me to some terrible conclusions. Again it was a murderer from their past. Someone was killing them and sabotaging the way home. When I discovered what happened I explained everything to them. When they were younger they were trapped in a place by a cult. Where ever it was, which they could not remember at their youth. This cult made them do things… to each other.
It was freaky cause they were around 10 at the time. The thing about it, they had an argument before hand, the reason why the got caught was cause they went forward with a dare/ mission. Something to prove their abilities to everyone else. There was a chance to turn back, but they didn’t- cause no one told them they could have. As they fell deeper and deeper into their trouble, it eventually led to their capture. Eventually they escaped, but this was when one of them went mad and killed one of the cultists. All chaos broke loose. They escaped into a ship and didn’t look back. They were picked up and no one knew where they came from. They kept it all secret, but the guy who complained or the guy who wanted to turn back got personal.
He hated that they did not turn back and began to like being where he was. You can say he accepted the cult as being the first to lose hope. When they escaped and killed the cult leader (and the whole cult in a small mob) he swore revenge. He was the guy who invited everyone to this island and the one who has been embittered by the groups atrocities. Anyway, when they all found out. The guy wasn’t there. We ran for it. Unfortunately our ride and communications were all cut.
He knew the island better and though himself empowered by the cult. He began murdering everyone. Leaving me and my brothers alone since we had nothing to do with it. I slept 10 hours today. But it was a deep, deep sleep. 
