Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

I was in my bedroom, there were worms everywhere. Maggots, earthworms, larvae. They were infesting my bedroom. There were worms hanging from strings like spiders, worms in the bedsheets, worms in the clothes. I couldn't take it anymore! I ran out of my bedroom and out of the house, and "woke up".

I was a tribal child and our group was getting together to share our dreams from last night. People went around in a circle and the elders predicted what they thought the dreams meant. When I shared mine, the elders possessed little concern, and told me that I had some conflicts which I had to resolve.

I went to sleep the next night, and had a horrible, much worse dream. I dreamed that there were people who would abduct individuals in the night, take them to their "farm", crucify or hang them, and then wait for the bodies to rot. The people would then eat the worms and maggots from the bodies.

When I told the tribal elders of this dream, they expressed much more concern. They had several tribal members patrol the area at night to guard the camp. All the while, I was obsessed with spelling out 'THEY EAT WORMS' out of magazine letters.



I did this over and over again, trying to find the perfect letters for each, trying to put my message in the perfect spot, and spending hours on this task. I became a monster myself, obsessively making that sentence over and over again.

And, my dream had been correct. During the night, a man on patrol had been abducted and taken away. The tribal people didn't want to say what had happened to the man, but we all already knew.

The next night everyone was on patrol. The goal was to catch the killer. I was armed with a rifle and stationed near the beginning of the tribal perimeters.

The killer returned, this time with a strategy that fooled all of us. He snatched up a young little boy and I, and took us away. He took us over a bridge, so far away that by the time we got there it was daytime again. He took us into a trailer, and told us that he was going to show us his farm.

He opened the backdoor of his trailer, and right outside the door were bodies of people. Each body had its own post that it was tied to. The bodies were bloody, and many of their intestines had been removed, strewn across the yard. They were bleeding from the eyes, if they were fortunate to still have eyes. The worst part, was that some of these dead corpses still had fragments of life in them. They were just barely hanging on as worms and maggots ate their insides.

He told us that at first it was nauseating to see, but after working here for sometime it became a 'healing process' to him.

I think I've had this dream before, because even though I woke up, I knew that the chain of events would lead to us being his next victims.