a nightmare
i went to pick pumpkins at a frineds sisters house
itook maddie with me
we were kidnapped
taken to a compound filled with single mothers and children
the mothers were photographed
for when the newscasters came out to hear their story
the children
the children were burned
burned
the ringmaster of this whole situation
was in charge of picking the mothers and children to kidnap
his own son was thrown into this bin of toxic waste crap
to see if he would live
like an experiment
thats why we were there
not a fuckin chance in hell!
thru my head
over and over i kept plotting our escape
not ever having the perfect time
then they came
to take my baby away
i went into the room with the ringmaster
as he laughed and told me that the baby
his new baby
was thrown into the batch this morning
and didnt make it
he was keeping the moms and breeding with them to produce new babies to throw into the batch
i am mortified
in my sleep i could feel that i wanted tp puke
they just took my baby and told me that they were taking her to an amusement park
not the case
somehow i got out of the room
i could feel the rage and the sadness that i was too late and my baby was gone
i got a message out to a friend on the outside
he was waiting for me at the door
in a red car
ben, a real friend that is in the marines
i got maddie out
i found her
i hugged her until she told me to stop
we got to the car safely
as we were backing out
we were trapped by the security
i jumped out and shot them in the head
we got out
i woke up crying
my baby was standing next to me with a box of cereal
asking me to help her pour the milk in
itook maddie with me
we were kidnapped
taken to a compound filled with single mothers and children
the mothers were photographed
for when the newscasters came out to hear their story
the children
the children were burned
burned
the ringmaster of this whole situation
was in charge of picking the mothers and children to kidnap
his own son was thrown into this bin of toxic waste crap
to see if he would live
like an experiment
thats why we were there
not a fuckin chance in hell!
thru my head
over and over i kept plotting our escape
not ever having the perfect time
then they came
to take my baby away
i went into the room with the ringmaster
as he laughed and told me that the baby
his new baby
was thrown into the batch this morning
and didnt make it
he was keeping the moms and breeding with them to produce new babies to throw into the batch
i am mortified
in my sleep i could feel that i wanted tp puke
they just took my baby and told me that they were taking her to an amusement park
not the case
somehow i got out of the room
i could feel the rage and the sadness that i was too late and my baby was gone
i got a message out to a friend on the outside
he was waiting for me at the door
in a red car
ben, a real friend that is in the marines
i got maddie out
i found her
i hugged her until she told me to stop
we got to the car safely
as we were backing out
we were trapped by the security
i jumped out and shot them in the head
we got out
i woke up crying
my baby was standing next to me with a box of cereal
asking me to help her pour the milk in
posted by GingerSnaps at 11:17 AM
6 Comments:
Those nightmares are the worst!
I hate the ones where it's my fault the most. Like, I forget and leave babies in the car overnight or something.
god, ive had that one. there was a guy in minnesota who left his kid in the car during 100 degree heat and the baby died. he said he forgot to drop the baby off at daycare.
Ahh to sleep, and maybe to dream. My son keeps us awake so much I don't remember a dream for months.
But seriously those kinds of dreams are horrible, it's a blessing to wake up and know that the little ones are ok.
i think lack of sleep may be whats causing these dreams. ive been getting two hours of broken sleep a night since i went to dayshift. maddies been sick for two weeks and we wake up puking every single night. then her dad picks her up at midnight when he gets off work and he always wakes me up in the process..
wbb, how old is your baby?
... can we say self-induced mania? careful...
... my inexplicably effective mood stabilizers and a good sugar fix pre-nigh-nigh often make for a twisted nocturnal trip.
and thanks for comment adjustment for us nonners... sassy. as to your inquiry, i'm puttin one foot in front of the other... 'preciate your asking.
Toby, or the Tobester as he's known is 11 months old. Man I love that little dude! He and his sister have both been ill as well this last week which doesn't help.
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