A dream I had the other night

Super awful dream I had...

My friend is over, we are going to bed, it is a school night. We were listening to music and the lyrics ring in my ears.
"Sophie? I forgot my phone downstairs, its our alarm, will you come with me?" She says. I nod, get up, and turn on the light.
We walk downstairs. We had paused Itunes before bed but as we walk towards the computer it turns on, "Oh, its just the virus." We have a virus on our computer and it does that all the time. A random window appears next to the computer which has never been there before, but apparently it is normal. I look outside. Near someone's yard a man staggers, possibly drunkenly. In his left hand is a pistol and in his right, dangling by one ankle, is a dead man with blood splattered everywhere.
"Courtney, call the cops!" I shout, itunes turns on again, at top volume, how is my mom not hearing this?
"Now?" she asks, like it is a weird concept to call the cops when there is a murderer outside.
"Yes, now!" I shout and look back out the window. The man is looking straight at me now, I try to duck, but of course, I can't. We hear him coming up the stairs. He stands in front of us.
"Hello ladies." He smiles a yellow-toothed smile.
"Hi..." We smile back. I grab a sharp looking carrot from my coffee table, that is now only three inches tall and throw it at him. It lands as a paper airplane would, and five feet before him. I scream shrilly twce, hoping to wake my mom up.
"Why don't you try hurting me again? Here, scissors." He hands me a pair of scissors. I poke him in the arm tentatively, as if that will do anything.
"C'mon, one more try." He takes the scissors from me and opens them like I'm curling a Christmas ribbon. I take them and draw a quick line across his fore-arm, it's loks like a cat scratched him.
"Third time's the charm." He sing-songs. I take them, and slice quicker this time, but on his wrist. The skin peels back like a piece of paper still heavy with wet paint. layer by layer and the artery gushes blood everywhere. I see his muscle, the underside of his skin, veins, bone, and so much blood. I scream. He screams.(And I swear this line went through my dream, ) For Ice cream. Blood fills the floor, like a pipe on a sink exploded.
"I didn't mean to!" He shouts.
"Yes you did, you are a murderer!" I shout at him like I would if I was fighting with my mom. He runs out the door, sobbing like a teenage girl and clutching his wrist... I killed him. I'm no better than him.

Author's Note

worst. Dream. Ever.

Reviews

[Archia]

Oh tha's awful, the dream I mean not the writing. But the dream, I would be so scared. I'm just shocked by how horrible the dream would've been, I'm not sure what to say. I like how you describe so much, especially the blood that came from the man. I'm not surprised the carrot didn't do much. Well apart from the dream sounding awful, it was a really nice story.

[Sylvana]

Oh my. That's dark. X: The most recent dream I had was about some ghosts and cats.
I'm glad I don't have dreams like that often. Don't you hate how dreams totally have no logic, but in the dream its completely normal?