Thread: Book with the spine marked ' Not so Everlong'

Don't lie to yourself when giving pleasure... I continue to have dreams of fighting and eating demons. Pulling my own teeth. Last night a fight happened in my dreams that feel between nightmare and fantastic dream. At the core of any male is the desire to fight for all they have. At least any real male I've meet. Be it verbal, mental, or physical ... a fight is craved if not wanted in order to feel accomplishment. I fought against something that had to be a demon or at the very least my sub-conscious demanding attention. The dream starts out with me moving into a burnt out and half destroyed build with a team that all felt like extended family. Upon getting to the roof we find civilians and child. They where all American and looking as if we where saviors. Upon getting them towards the exits something happened to two of my men where they where simply torn to shreds. Turning around I'd see some seven foot tall figure wielding a chain saw like blade coming towards me. I used my rifle to block and in the process not only damage and disable my weapon but get it knocked away with a deep wound across my forearm. here's where it gets kinda awesome but weird Pulling my survival knife from it's sheath its not the same blade I had before. Instead the tip is flat edged, and where the ridged back once was happened to be notched teeth as if to catch a hold of something to pry open objects. It was heavy and entirely silver with a single red orb in the hilt. Not taking time to examine I just started blocking before Moving towards the exit. Screaming the entire time to shoot or move the people off the roof. Coming up the stairs another creature wearing similar armor as the chainsaw-sword wielder came up. I turned and just sliced it down before taking it's weapon. Only to be pinned down while shouting for the others to repeal the people down the side of the building. While pinned I vividly remember continuing to use the freshly killed creature's reciprocating blade to block and try to attack. Every time I made a move I'd feel the sting of another wound and my body armor getting closer to giving. The demonic smirk the creature held so close to is still vivid. Managing to block and hold it's arms and weapon away I'd slash wildly across the side of it's neck trying to get a jugular or throat. It's smile stayed even as it's movements slowed and it started getting sloppy. While continued to stay pinned I knew me and the dying creature where alone before jamming the silver notched knife up threw the bloody mouthed creature's skull. At that exact moment I woke up feeling a little sore. We normally all get lines over our body from things we slept on leaving an imprint or impression upon our flesh. I woke up with lines running all over my body and could only laugh seeing myself in the mirror when heading into the bathroom. I figured it was my body telling me that the imprints where 'damage' while my dreams made something so small into something as epic as a battle. 04 15 2011 Scary monsters and super peeps, the more you dream - the less you sleep... life as you know it has gone away... oh well...oh well... who's here to stay ... ? - PM5K ' Nobody's real '