Open Field of Dreams

Shit. I had that dream again last night. It's not a scary dream; hell, it's not even creepy. It's just odd. I'm running around a field of flowers and really have to pee, but I can't stop running around, and I get to the point of almost pissing myself right before I wake up. It's just an odd dream, but it always makes me feel like something bad is going to happen. Each time I have this dream, that fear gets progressively worse. It really puts a cramp in my day. Got a date that night? If I have the dream, nope. Got to call it off or I will not have a good time. I just don't feel like I'm giving the girl a good chance. Want to watch a movie? Nope, I will hate it if I do after having this weird ass dream. I've talked to friends about it and all they can do is make fun of me, telling me that it sounds like I am pissing the bed. I don't. I haven't pissed the bed in years, and the only reason why I did it the last time was because I had gotten drunk and passed out. I also feel drained. Why do I feel so drained after having this dream? I know how people are going to act when I get to work, pointing out how exhausted I look. They just make stupid jokes about how I should sleep more, have more coffee, or even start drinking those energy shots. I honestly can't stand that shit. They act like it's all one big joke, I mean what if I have something wrong with me? What if I have that sleep, uh, sleep apple— sleep app-penny, or how ever the hell you say it. Maybe that's why I'm having that weird dream. I might be having some kind of life-threatening sleep issue, and everyone wants to make a joke out of it. Fuck them. I'll just call into work.
I just called in— it proved to be pointless anyway, because the place is closed today. The boss killed himself. My boss, Tony, a man I have known for twenty years, just up and fucking killed himself. Not even just himself, no, he also killed three of the women at work he was fucking. He just screamed out he was sick of blowjobs and wanted to return the favor, then pulled out a gun and just started killing the girls and then himself. What the hell, Tony?! What's even worse is the fact that, even though this news is all shocking as hell, that fucking dream still has a hold on me. That damn dream has me more fucked up then news that my friend and boss just killed himself. Fuck me, I'm taking a nap. I don't think I'll be asleep long enough to have the dream again.
What the hell, just woke up from my nap. I seriously wasn't asleep long enough to really dream, but it still happened. That fucking field of flowers, red, yellow, pink, blue and all that green, green grass. The sky so fucking clear and blue and the few clouds so white and fluffy. The one and only thing wrong is that I have to pee, but I won't just pee, I keep dancing around. Wait, no, something was different this time; a tree—a single tree at the far edges of my sight in the dream. Bright yellow flowers on it with blood red centers. Not normal sized flowers either, no the size of fucking dinner plates. Everything else was the same size. Fuck it, it's just a weird dream. I'd better call Tony's wife and send her my condolences. She sure did love that cheating dog.
Fuck on a stick, the cops just left. What the fuck is going on? I called Jill, Tony's old lady, and she asked me to come over. I didn't think anything of it, seeing that I have known her just as long. In fact I was the one that introduced the two. Fuck, I should have just stayed home. I get over there and she pulled me into the house and started pulling my pants off. Before I knew it we were fucking. Not just plain fucking, though. It was some rough, hardcore, almost halfway-masochistic sex! It was pretty weird. She was asking me to hit her until she cried, so I did. I was hitting her, she was hitting me, and then we both finished and passed out in the bed. I had that dream again, but this time the flowers had grown and started to make the tree sag. They were no longer yellow; they were white, with red centers.
I woke up covered in blood and Jill dead on top of me. No, I didn't fucking do it, she did it to herself. Seems that after I had passed out from the insane sex, she went through the house cutting herself and smearing blood on the walls, then climbed back on top of me and slit her jugular and wrist, then just laid down on me. The cops had the paramedics check me over and only asked me a few questions. I don't really recall much because I was still in that fucking haze that always comes from having that damn dream. Why the fuck can't I stop having it today? It's not even noon and I've been though a lot. I want to just go home and try to sleep the rest of the day away— after I clean up more. So much blood. I don't even care if I have the dream again.
I can't fucking sleep, so I'm driving around right now. How did I ever think that I could sleep right now? This is not a normal day in any way whatsoever, even compared to all the other shitty days I've had after having that bizarre dream. Why is it that I can't stop thinking about it? I think I have thought even more about the dream than all the shit that has happened today. I also got a call about an hour ago. Turns out Tony had more ladies, and one of them killed herself also. Shot herself in the head. Some sick fuck at work that no one really talks to was the one that broke the news to her that Tony had died. He was there and even took a picture of her body after she did it. I've been warned that the psycho might text it to my phone. Really, what type of sick bastard does that shit? To think it's not even illegal. I really hope he doesn't send it to me, though. I mean, I've seen one dead, mutilated body today, and I really don't need to see another. Then again, would it even bother me at this point? Tthe dream has gotten to me so badly. Well, I'm just going to stop at this hotel up here and try to get some rest. Maybe being out of the house can help me. Shit, where am I, anyways? I just got in the car and started driving. Oh well, who cares? The further away the better, maybe.
What the fuck was that? This time, in the dream, the tree was bigger and seemed to loom over me. Its branches that ended in flowers no longer had leaves on them, and the flowers weighed the limbs down to the ground. The tree looked like some sort of monster, but that's not all. The sky was red this time; flowing blood red. The tree talked to me. Not at first, no, at first there was a whistle. It sounded a bit like a tea pot. I danced to the sound of the whistle and found it coming from the tree. I stopped and put my ear to it, it was warm. It felt like I was hugging someone very special to me, and then it started to whisper to me. I couldn't make anything out. Still all this time I needed to piss and I just wouldn't. That's when it started to rain, not rain, no, urine. I spun around dancing once more and drinking piss that fell from the red sky. Really, what the fuck is going on? The dream is even more fucked up now with everything going on. I need something to eat. I don't even know where I am. I wonder if there is anything around here good to eat. I don't want any fast food—not that it will make a point. The dream fucks all things up.
On my way to get food I found the field from my dream. I'm out of the car running to the tree. As I get closer and closer the flowers are growing. Yellow petals and blood red centers. As I ran further, they became bigger. When they were at their biggest, they were white with red centers. They are starting to pull the tree to the ground. The sky is turning red. There is a wind that I didn't feel before. It feels so good. The tree is whistling until I hug it. So warm like in the dream. I start crying. Why is this real? The bark doesn't feel like bark. No, it feels like flesh. But I hold tight with my ear to it, waiting to hear what it wants to say. Just like in the dream, it starts saying something. I just can't make it out, I feel the rain start. It doesn't smell like urine, it smells more— Oh fuck, it's blood. At the top of the tree thing, the monster, its branches— no, its arms, are pulling people apart. Their blood and fluids rain down on me. The tree isn't trying to talk to me, it's the sounds of the people that disappear into what could only be a mouth that I don't see. But this isn't a tree I am looking at, no it's like pale white flesh with veins that turn black around the end of its limbs. Fuck it's walking, the fucking things that looked like flowers are its fucking legs. Fuck it's chasing me. The ground is shaking under my feet, what the hell is this thing? I'm in the air now, with one of its black limbs sticking out of me. My blood is running over my face as I turn upside down. It has a mouth full of black, human-looking teeth, and this weird white tongue beyond the rolls of smaller, sharper teeth. There goes my arm, and a leg. I'm too scared to pee and I have to so bad.
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