Just had and absolute shitter of a nightmare.
I was a young boy in this dream, left alone by my parents when they had to go somewhere, I had a friend up the road who I communicated with via txt who was in the same position. He said he was gonna come over so I got out of bed, went into the kitchen only to see a guy with an axe, I screamed and ran upstairs (why do we always run back upstairs?) The guy followed me and then… Suddenly in my dream I was the other boy dressed and heading over to my friends on my bike. I got to his house and it was strangely quiet, no tv, no music. Odd…

I put my bike in the garage and went in through the side entrance, I saw food all over the place and started calling for my friend – I ran upstairs, expecting him to jump out at me any minute laughing.
What I saw was his body hanging from the ceiling, legs kicking and flailing arms trying desperately to grab something and his head out of sight, hidden from view by the plasterboard.
I whirled round as a taunting voice chuckled and told me he was on a time limit and hadn’t I better help before he lost his head… The guy speaking was very normal looking – fairly attractive, slim, dark hair, dark eyes – thin face but high cheek bones and dimples saved it from looking too ascetic.

And just like that I was the first boy again, struggling with my breathing – feeling the weight of my body pulling at my neck, trying to find purchase. I could see something snuffling in the dark, I could hear the breathing but I didn’t know what it was, didn’t even know how I’d gotten here.
I felt something thrust into my hand and I beat against the ceiling with it, It turned out to be the axe, when I felt it catch I started kicking up with my legs – great mounds of plasterboard flying around me as I screamed my fear and frustration out.
And then I fell. A heap of myself and a large chunks of the ceiling on my parents bed.

Then I was the other boy again.
I helped my friend off the bed and asked him what the hell was going on.
Just as he was about to answer, a dolls head came rolling across the floor towards us – My friend shrieked and said “it’s a bomb” I told him not to be so daft until I noticed the blinking red light and the wires hanging from the neck opening.
I threw it out of the window. Then a taunting voice came from nowhere, like a walkie talkie or some other transmitting device
“who said the bomb was intended for your house eh?!”

And I ran out of the house after the bomb with a sinking feeling in my heart as I looked towards my own house and heard an explosion, sure enough smoke was pouring out from that direction.
as always in one of my dreams – it was an amazingly glorious day.

We grabbed our bikes and rode through the estate – picture it, like one of those Barrett or Persimmon homes places – wide sweeping roads full of ‘family’ homes complete with front and back garden, not like the cramped council estates you see everywhere.
As we were riding up the hill we heard an engine behind us, there was the same guy – in my dads car! He drove like a maniac trying to mow us down, we ended up going virtually all over the estate with him laughing maniacally and leaning on the horn.
Yet not 1 single person came out to see what was going on.

We saw a police officer, by his car and ran over screaming at him to “get that guy!” he looked up and started backing towards his car as the madman drove past – smiling and waving and gunning the engine. The officer just turned to us and said “there was a hero on our force, he took on a mad taxi driver – 2 weeks later he died in hospital, I’m no hero – sorry kids…” And he just drove off.

We stood there in dismay and the guy came slowly back towards us – he’d obviously tired of this game because he drove past us grinning triumphantly as though this was all he’d been waiting for. Then he shouted “Forgotten something?” and drove on towards my house.

We rode up to my house, there was black smoke pouring from my window and I could hear the sound of whimpering from inside.

He said “Don’t go in” “this is a BAD idea”
I just looked at him and opened the door, I’d gone into the front room – it all looked normal, neat and tidy just as mum had left it, so did the kitchen and the conservatory.
I went to go check upstairs when I heard my friend scream “NO” and heard something tumble off the porch beneath my window.
I ran outside and looked up at my window to see him struggling in the grip of this mad man.
I ran back upstairs and ended up standing in my Bedroom looking out of the ruined window and seeing my friend alone, nursing his wrist.

I said “that’s it! We’re not playing anymore” grabbed my friend by the other hand and dragged him from the house, for some reason he didn’t want to leave – he just kept whimpering and saying “we can’t”
I dragged him outside and started shutting all the doors and windows – He just looked at me horrified and made a mad dash back inside.

I looked up at the window and yes, there he was – struggling with this guy again. I just looked up into that triumphantly smiling face and said “that’s just too bad. I’m NOT playing anymore” and started to turn away I’d gotten maybe 3 paces when I heard a scream and turned to see my friend tumbling out of the window, off the porch, and onto the pavement beside me. I looked down and crouched to pick him up, he started a high pitched squealing – obviously in pain, Then I heard the guy scream “Now DO IT”
My friend looked at me – for an instant it wasn’t him, it was as though I saw THROUGH him and he was just the shell surrounding an evil looking creature whose face was just teeth, lots and lots of small spiky teeth (think galaxy quest and the cute things when they turn nasty) he lunged and bit me – HARD, then he seemed to relax back into himself and held up his arm, It was just a stump – the hand had been cut off at the wrist. I forgot about what had just happened to me and tried to lift him, it was awkward but somehow I managed, I said “we need to get you to the corporate hospital” he said that Juliet was quicker, and I said “but less people use corporate so you’ll get seen quicker” not that he was in any fit state to argue. I woke up to the sound of that guy laughing from the window behind me saying “I’ll see you again… Soon”

This dream really freaked me out – serious, I went downstairs turned on all the lights, opened the window – I’m still feeling a bit ‘odd’ I’ve had some really nasty dreams before, but I’ve never woken from one as though its part of the dream and I’ve been given permission too. That’s just what it felt like, I really wasn’t sure if I were still dreaming or not… I still keep glancing around – half expecting something to crawl out from under the bed and get me.

I think I’m going to get in the bath and head out – go see my gran or something – she’s the best nightmare antidote on the planet.
Lets hope I don’t have a recurrence of THAT. I don’t even want to try analysing it I’m that freaked by it.