Screaming or howling

Wednsday 14/05/2008 I remember having a pound coin and 50p and there was 4 vending machines placed opposite eachother in a rather narrow hall and I wanted to get a drink. I was with my Dad who was at the otherside of the room walking around aimlessly. I put a pound in the first vending machnie and it counted up from 1-10 and then stopped. I tried the 2nd vending machine but it was old and there was dust collected at the bottom of it. I tried the 3rd and 4th (I cannot remember what was wrong with these ones but the did not work either) I think I went back to the 1st vending machine and it worked. withouht putting in a combination of numbers to select what I wanted it gave me a white jelatain type thing/food it was very big and I felt I needed to hide it from my dad. The scene changed and we were now in the house. I tasted the end of the jelly type thing and it did not taste nice atall. It was just like a milk jelly I was in my pink pajamas and went to the dining room table and chairs and put the jelly on a seat of a chair and tucked it under the table hoping my dad would not see. As soon as I did that a really friendly guy walked in, he was fat and almost bald and was wearing long shorts and crocs. I greeted him and spoke to him for a bit, he asked me where my dad was and I called him through but my dad was busy with work. He was opening envelopes and typing on his computer every once in a while. He greeted <PERSON> and told him to go through to the other room and he would be there in two ticks. My dad told me to get a beer for <PERSON> and I said I would put at that moment I was cutting out several printed names from an envelope. I cannot remember the names too well but it was people from DV. At the time my dad asked me to get a beer I was cutting out someone is long Username that began with an 'e' although I am pretty sure it was <PERSON> with an 'e' on the front (ejdeadevil) I also remember <PERSON>' name. My dad was getting impatiant and told me to hurry but I was still busy with my cutting. I was using a red pair of scissors 5 year olds usually use. I twurled and looped the handle round my fingers playfully and my dad tried to snatch them from me and he started screaming for me to hurry up. He did not manage the first time but the 2nd time he did. He grabbed them away from me and started snipping frantically too close for comfort he started to get rather angry and he grabbed my hand and put the scissors over my right index finger and pushed down hard. It felt so real, I could feel the scissors digging down in to my skin and begining to slice flesh and I could feel my blood pressure and my heart beat thumping in my ears. I remember screaming for <PERSON> but he never came. I woke up as I have a tendancy to stop breathing when I am angry in dreams.