Nightmare
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Before I tell the dream, I need to explain a bit. During the day, I was with my cousin who had been hunting. He brought back 10 patriges(birds) and was cleaning them, He was using a new technique to get the breast without making an incision; he put the bird on it's back, spread the wings, put one foot on each side where the wing is connected, and pulled the legs. The skin peels off and the organs stay connected and get pulled out, leaving you with just skin to remove from the breast. The skull stays attached the neck and spine, so the skin above the leg/hip area is empty. Disgusting, I know.
Also at the time, I was reading Pet Sematary(Stephen King). In the last chapter I read, the main character was questioning if anyone had ever burried a person in the Pet Sematary.
So on to my dream:
I was at a concentration camp of sorts. I was one of the guards. All of the other guards, maybe 10 or so that I could see, like me, had blonde hair and blue eyes. There were emaciated people who were being torn apart in the manner that my cousin had 'cleaned' the birds. Guards were standing at their armpits and pulling their legs. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever witnessed. The part of me that was the guard was completely indifferent to what was happening, I had seen it all too often, yet I never took part in it myself. The part of me that was aware of the horror I was witnessing was terrified and sick beyond belief. I was aware that I was dreaming, but I couldn't wake up.
At one point, I 'zoomed in' on a persons face as they were being pulled apart. The face deflated and I watched their skull and other organs come out below the skin of their hip area. They guards were harvesting organs, or at least that's how it appeared. Once they got what they wanted, they were tossed into pits and another was grabbed from the pile. I don't know how, but my subconcious pictured everything in such detail. It was perfectly executed, and the dream was very orderly, as if I was actually living this.
When I awoke, I stopped breathing and felt a sharp pain on my shin. There was a huge gash that wouldn't stop bleeding. I must have scratched myself somehow. It was nearly 5AM and I could not go back to sleep. It's been nearly a month, and I believe my leg is going to scar. I still have that mark.
