Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 23:31:58 GMT
*Sigh*... forgive me for being frank about this, but I am choosing to be very blunt about it. This case can do some fucked up things to your head if you study into it too long. I read into that book so hard, I had a horrifying dream that I wish I could've forgotten... I'm actually scared to go into the details, out of fear of how folks here may respond to the nature of it. But lets put it this way, it's a dream that Stone would've had and Crompton left it out to keep you from thinking differently of him.
My point is that not all dreams are heroic, some are down right realistic and others put you in shoes you don't want to be in.
Never apologize for being frank or blunt--I prefer straight shooters.
I know what you mean because mine are always vivid, and very real-time. I was very reluctant to even start a thread on this topic, but I felt it germane to the subject matter at hand. Terror is what lights him up--nightmares are one more byproduct of the havoc he wreaked upon so many.
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I was in HIS shoes, watching through his eyes. The whole time I was just kind of floaty, like most dreams are. There was some action, but it was nothing pleasant and I couldn't stop my feet from moving at first, until I realized it was something that I could not control. At first, I thought it was a dream of me watching myself with my wife, kind of out of body... then, I went inside and things just went to hell from there. To be totally honest, I blame the dream on me wearing a nicotine patch that I forgot to remove. Those things can give you the most insane dream's you'd ever thought possible.
Anyway, I feel its best now to get it off of my chest, so I'll continue. The dream started jumping a lot... it skipped to the crime I felt I was committing, mostly facing the faces of poor victims I could not really describe. Their faces were so distorted... I felt their terror and their confusion, but I couldn't stop him... as I said, I'm sure this is the kind of dreams that those closely involved had. Especially when it comes to the end. He did his thing and left, coming to a house... he went to the bathroom and before I could ever see the face in the mirror, I can see my face but it's not mine and I have no idea who it is. Then, I just... wake up.
Disturbing dream brought on by a chemical reaction I'm sure, but no less inspired by anxiety from this case. I feel hesitant now, talking about it like this. But like I said, it's something I'm actually glad to have off of my chest. Needless to say, this guy was an animal and I could no longer go on without trailing him to assure his capture like I am now. This dream about him that I can never forget is what pushes me, giving me a blood driven desire to bring him to light.
Please don't hate meh, it was just a fucked up dream -_-