I had a horrible dream a couple nights ago. It goes as such:
I was sitting in my kitchen eating a bowl of cereal before work. I wasn't paying attention to the morning news, but I heard something about several people being found mutilated in the woods. I got ready, met up with my buddy, and went to the train station. It was unusually crowded, and I became increasingly claustrophobic.
Finally the train arrived, but as I stepped toward it in the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd, I felt a slight sting on my abdomen as a man quickly darts past me. I caught a quick glimpse of the man, but it really didn't hurt too bad. Thinking he must have accidentally scratched me, I got on the train as if nothing was wrong. On the ride I noticed a small spot of blood (or jelly) on my shirt. Lifting it up slowly, I notice there is a small cut, maybe an inch in length, and as thin as a razor. It isn't bleeding, so I go on about my business.
Later at work, the pain begins to grow. I lift up my shirt, but notice something strange. This time, the cut seems to be larger. Now doubled in length, it also appears to be splitting open, revealing pink, tender skin beneath, closely resembling a stretch mark. Still not much blood.
My dream then fast-forwards to after work. I'm sitting on my couch and notice that my shirt feels wet. I immediately run to the bathroom, and I'm horrified at what I find. The cut is now several inches wide, almost 6 inches in length, and the only thing separating my organs and tissue from the outside world is a thin, almost completely transparent, patch of pink flesh, ooze glistening in my bathroom's fluorescent lights. Never knowing when to leave well enough alone, I touch it. I close my eyes and gasp as a feel the tissues, muscles, and organs within the cavity. As a pull my hand away, I realize something is wrong. I feel movement. I look down to discover my skin has stuck to my hand and peeled away like wet tissue paper. Suddenly, my innards begin to...shift, pushing outward through the now gaping hole. I try to hold my body together, but it's no use. Every slight movement causes the tear to grow, each breath pushing my insides out. The sheer shock of the situation causes me to pass out...
I awaken moments later on a makeshift operating table, my stomach covered in staples. A man in scrubs approaches with a fork in hand, and holds it above my face. On the ends of the prongs is a pinkish substance, looking much potted meat. He shoves the prongs into my nostrils. Startled by the move, I breath in, causing me to choke on the "meat". As I cough and gag, he pulls his surgical mask down and says, "What's the matter? Don't recognize your own scent?". I nearly vomit when I notice the table next to him. There were only two items on it: a hot plate, and a glass bowl filled with what looked to be skin and assorted muscle and tissue. He looks me right in the eye and smiles as I struggle in my restraints. At that moment I realize this was the same man at the train station. I yell for help, and hear footsteps heading in my direction. He prepares to jump through the window, but then turns and walks back over to me. He leans in as close as possible, and right in my ear, whispers, "See you soon...". I feel two more stings...
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