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Last night I had a dream. A strange, bloody, real dream. It consisted of three people. Myself, a boy I know, and a girl. Let us name the male Joseph and the female Kimberly. The male, Joseph, met us (the female and I) in a building somewhere. I have no knowledge of this place whatsoever. He brought us back to his house for reasons unknown. Joseph turns out to be a religious nut and shows us something about paying for your sins with death. Kimberly says something wrong and he promptly knocks us out with the back of his hand.

When we wake up, we are bound and gagged and he has changed clothing. He is wearing all white, but his black hair almost sets his outfit off balance. Kimberly has been awake for a while and starts blubbering. Suddenly, Joseph brings out a large butcher knife and begins to cut all of her fingers off, one by one. Strangely, I see blood hit his clothes, yet they leave no stain or even a trace of anything. After he cuts off all her fingers, he then resorts just cutting off her hands. He sets the knife down where I cannot see it, but Kimberly looks down at the knife and screams. He brings up a small razor and swiftly cuts her throat. I am mesmerized by his motions and stare at him while he almost lovingly unbinds her and sets her lifeless body on the floor.

Then he turns to me, still frozen, and touches my face. With a knife... no... a carving tool for clay, he begins making designs on my cheeks and neck. It hurts, by god! does it hurt, but yet, I can tell that the designs are so intricate and beautiful, I do not mind the pain. He then unbinds me and lays me flat on the floor. He continues to make these patterns all over my body. Again, I see my blood hit him, yet nothing happens. He leaves because he has finished his work, and in that period of time, I black out.

I wake up again. I cannot tell the amount of time that had passed, nor did I see Kimberly's body. I stand up half-naked, not noticing until I get to the bathroom. But this fact is not important, for I see the designs. As my hand reaches instinctively to touch them, my hand is covered with the same designs. I realize that he is the artist, and I am the paper, or clay, or artist's material if you will. I am studying my body when he grabs my hair and drags me out to the floor where I was before. He pours salt all over my body, and the pain was... I cannot put it in words. I almost clutched myself, but as I did, the pain only became worse as the salt seeped into my wounds. This same event happened many times. I think eventually he grew tired of me, he couldn't break my spirit. So he started cutting... hacking off my ears. I will not mention pain anymore. It is irrelevant.

After this, Joseph takes a machete and cuts my head clean off. I woke up clutching my neck breathing heavily. I haven't had a dream this graphic for a long time, and I needed to write it down.