Life's a fickle thing

So I shall cut the welcoming-first-post crap and get on with what I'm going to tell.

The alley was stank with piss and vomit. It was home for quick-footed rats and those felines who hunted them. It was really..........really dark.

I knew instantly it was a dream. It was impossible for me to be standing in a dark alley.

But my heart still tripped lightly as I slipped into the fetid shadow. (I don't even know why the hell I walked into the stupid alley). That's why, common sense don't apply in dreams.

Well, hell, I heard someone whimpered. It was freaking scary but I walked toward the sound. (yeah, once again common sense don't apply -.-)

Then, all of a sudden, a big guy came behind me. He was a muscular guy and really tall with a bony head. I seriously don't remember his face. Well I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE OK!!!

And guess what I did?

I dived headfirst into his belly !!!!!!

Oh this was my favourite scene man~I felt like an action star who beats punks like monkey Ahahahahahahaha xD

Ok, off-topic.

This big guy grunted, staggered then reached for my throat. I panicked although I know it was just another stupid dream.

Then, out of nowhere, a knife appeared to be in his another hand. The only thought in my head was "Oh my, I'm gonna die like this? bloody stupid eh -.-"

And I don't know where the hell i got the energy from, I lifted my l

eg and kick him there...well, you know.....there *Ooh,major damage* winks ^^

He let go. I ran. and there began the maze-chase. God knows how long did I run, I came to a dead end. Another human figure appeared when I tried to find a way out.

This time.....it was a "SHE" who lunged toward me. -.- She got blood on her white shirt, her eyes were slits of insanity. She got her both hands on my throat. (guess they really liked my throat huh zzz?). Her fingers was sharp....i mean those knife-like sharp. I felt the coldness of steel when she trimmed her fingers over my skin.

I hit her head with my head. She let go. I ran.....again. Not knowing how long I ran, I came to hide behind a thrown cabinet. (Yeah...a cabinet appeared out of nowhere. dreams are wonderful -.-)

This time, I heard footsteps. They belonged to the man. When he found me, I did not run. I just simply sat there looked at him.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Your life." He said.

Then he slashed the knife across my eyes.

I shouted.

And I woke up in cold sweat.

It was 4am. and I never get to sleep back.

My best guess for the only reason I had this kind of dream was my predilection for horror movies and stories. Imagination begets further imagination =x

It was not the scariest one as I'd had worse. But it stuck in my head for one week. ONE BLOODY WEEK.......speechless.

Even though it was one-week-old, I could smell the greasy stew of the stench of expired foods in the humid air whenever I close my eyes. yeah it was plain irritating.

90% of my dreams are not good and often scary. I got used to them.

This dream did not scare me in the reality. But the way it bugged me was just.......annoying -.-

As I could not get it out of my head, so I figure I could write it here, to get it out to see whether it would still be there when I sleep. I sincerely hope not. But it's not something I could control.

PS: Pray hard and do not wander off alone in the dark =)