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11/06/09 -
-I was walking on a journey north, following a mountain range, when several large insects darted past me.
-The insects were about the size of a shitzu and had six legs on their main bodies and two sythe-like front arms. Looked a lot like a very fat manntis. Their color was that of sand and the tips of their jagged shells were black, like a crab.An odd thing about this dream was, they could talk.
-I would also like to mention that... this isn't the first time I've seen them in my dreams. This is just the first time that I've had an interaction with them.
-After they started darting past me, i did something odd and out of character for me... irrational in fact. I began waving my arms and attempting to ward them off. They weren't taking notice of me before this, so it was kinda stupid of me.
-Two of these insects stopped and took notice of me, with a very mean glare i might add. They proceded to scold me and then the became very aggressive.
-The male of the two (it was a couple) charged forth, and i ran into an area that had well manacured grass and was well lit from a portchlight, next to a house.
While i was running, i came across a sickle, and used it to defend myself.
-I knocked the male head over heals in one direction and the the female, who was also chasing me, charged, and i began fighting with her.
-The short battle was completely one-sided and ended with me burying the head of the sickle into her main body.
-As i attempted to pull the sickle from her body, she spoke her dying words to her husband, who was still quite a ways away. I dont remember what she had said, but as she died, her black eyes turned milky white. And so, she was dead.
-As her last breath escaped her, i broke the sickle off in her body. I was left with a mere handle, a stick at best, to defend myself.
-The sound of wood cracking and a dying lover snapped the male out of shock and he howled with rage. He chaged again, rage in his eyes, stick in hand, i ran into the darkness of the night and lost sight of him.
-The though crossed my mind that, this was clearly not a good alternative to the light because, for one, he could probably see well in the dark, and two, he could chase me for as far as i could run. So, with that thought in mind, and a raging giant insect hot on my heals, I ran back to the light of the house.
-Once in the light, i turned to see my pursuer. The insect, sprinting for me with rage, undiminished in the sorrow for his lost lover, howled at me with every fiber of his being.
-I swung my stick.
-The blow knocked him away, but had no effect. He scambled up onto his legs using his sythe like arms to compose himself. And with the same, undiminished, rage he charged again.
-I could see it in his eyes that he would not stopped til the other was dead, and so, i charged to.
-I missed with a wild swing, and he slashed at my shins, leaving gashes all the way to the bone. In my pain, i swung as hard and as fast as i could in attempt to stave off further injury.
-The battle continued as such for what seemed like ages, but could have only been moments. every little detail as clear as through crystal and as slow as the ticking of a clock the battle raged on.
-Then, with luck, i gained the upper hand. I had caught of his arms just below one of his joints with a very wild swing and ripped of his left sythe.
-Blood drunk, i continued the barrage with all of my might. I swung, and I swung, and I swung, as i watched more of his body parts go missing in a flash of blood with each limb that was ripped from his body. When i finaly started to slow down, nothing was left but his head and main body.
-I hadn't realized this at the time, but, with my repeated bashings, my stick had broken down until it was only 5 inches long.
-He started to speak, weak from his wounds, his words sputtered out. Uninterested in what he had to say, and heated from the battle, i smothered him with the stick. Angry from my wounds, I utilized both arms, and crushed his body and head.
-It was as if I was someone else, and when the guts started to squeeze out from under the stick, I snapped back to reality, and quikly stepped away.
-The sun started to rise then... and then... I was awake...
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