On October 8, 2014 me and my wife we're out picking mushrooms, above Wilkeson Washington, 20 miles or so from the base of Mt. Rainer. We parked at a forest service gate and walked in about 1…
both described knocking
Place withheld · 2014-04-17 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
So I am tied to a giant clock, with my head right where the pendulum swings. <PERSON> laughs at me as he gets everything in place. Then the pendulum (with spikes on it) swings into my head, knocking it over to the other side, where it hits yet more spikes. After a few rounds of this, I bite on to an edge of the clock, to hold myself out of the way, and manage to get a pry bar from somewhere and attempt to dismantle the clock. <PERSON> gets in my face now, and reminds me of how he had to remove each one of my ribs with that very pry bar, and he will do it again if I do not stop. A vivid, painful memory of just that happening flashes in my mind, but I go for the escape anyway. I jump into a series of rooms, and shut <PERSON> into one of them, as I run to the next one. Soon, I realize the rooms are connected with a shared bathroom, so I shut the bathroom door on <PERSON>'s side. But there is a hole on the bottom of it, just big enough for him to crawl through, so I shut the other door, but the same sort of hole is there too! <PERSON> slowly crawls through toward me, laughing an evil laugh as he does so, and talking about how painful it is going to be when he kills me. As he starts to emerge into the room I am hiding in, I bite him in the face! This seems to have hurt him, so I bite him again, taking a big chunk off his head. Since he is having a hard time getting through the hole quickly, I take a few more bites at him until he is sort of dazed by this. Grabbing <PERSON>, I crumple him into a ball, and run out of the house, and up the street where there is an outdoor cafe. An older woman looks at me, as if she knows exactly what is going on. She offers me some gravy sauce and biscuits. I sit down at the table next to hers, cover <PERSON> with gravy sauce, and eat him with biscuits. She gives me another biscuit before she leaves. As I finish off <PERSON>, I wish there was a more pleasant way to do this than to eat him. Biting into his stomach, I expect a bunch of gross juices to be in there, but it is just hollow, like a doll. Not that gross after all, but really tough to chew. The gravy and biscuits make it easier to swallow.
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