(I Dreamed it Monday morning (as in 2:30-3am..when I fell asleep.), June 21 2004 )

Drew and I were walking through a glass building. Almost reminiscent of "Thirteen Ghosts", but not quite. It was several stories tall. You could see pools of blood on the ceiling, not sure from what. And in almost all of the corners, above and below, was old brown stains of blood, which was creepy as hell. It was poorly lit. So you could only see through 2-3 walls. The building was designed like a maze. There were beams of support every several feet on most of the 'walls'. The beams were rusty, though. Nasty-looking metal. But even nastier rusty and corroded nails. But the nails covered ever available space on the beams, from the ceiling to the floor. I don't know why we were in the building, but we were in a hurry. We avoided the long nails sticking from the beams, and held hands as we hurried through the maze-like hallways. I remember feeling sacred in the dream. I mean, this dream was vivid. When I awoke, I was scared until I realized a moment later I was dreaming. It was bad. While we were following the hallway, apparently, a few glass walls away, was a guy. We didn't see him in my dream. But my dream moved to him. See, when I dream. It's never from my point of view. It's more like a movie. From third person. Imagine it as a movie or something.. Because that's how I dreamed it. This guy was fucked up. He was gross looking. Not a zombie or anything, but he looked a bit like one. His flesh was disgusting, like grayish, and rotting away. And his eyes were bloody and hollowed out. And it was weird because they glowed a pale white in the back of them. His clothes were disgusting, and it's not like Edward Scissor hands at all, but he had blades as his hands. Each blade was over a foot long. It was creepy looking, because they were rusted, and had blood on the base of them.

The guy had broken through one wall, the broken glass tearing some of the skin off of his face, and leaving it on the edge of the hole he left in the wall. He kept his speed and ran through the wall we were by, right next to us. Drew saw him out of the corner of his eye, as he heard the glass one wall away break, as the guy was running. I'm not quite sure if he was chasing us, if he was why we were in a hurry. my dream wasn't that detailed about it. But when he saw him, he grabbed me and whirled me around to the opposite side of him, away from the guy. His arms were outstretched, when he broke through the wall. When the wall broke, it shattered. It took more skin off of the 'guy', but he didn't bleed so much. Drew on the other hand, he got sliced pretty bad. Small shards of glass immediately cut his arms, neck, face...all visible skin, and barely cut me at all. He bled like crazy. After the glass cut him up, Drew whirled towards the shattered wall, but when the guy stepped through the remnants of the glass wall in the next stride, his long blades he had as hands ran through Drew, and since the guy was running, he carried Drew with him as he ran, and the guy didn't go through the next wall, he ran right into the beam, the nails, which were insanely long and gross, went through Drew, and stabbed into the guy. They both were bleeding horribly, and Drew was raised several inches off of the ground. The guy's face was against Drew's stomach, and the nails had gone right through his head. So he was dead. But the nails didn't quite kill Drew. I don't know what I was doing. Probably in shock. All of that happened within mere seconds, I was shaking, I know that. I woke up shaking and crying, so that's what I was doing. I screamed and pulled the guy's body from the nails, and then I had to get his blades out of Drew. I could see his blades on the other side of Drew, completely crimson. I was trying not to cry, which was inevitable, I was trying to be careful, I pulled the guy's hands out of Drew, the blades were crimson to the hilt. I threw him down. Disgusted for so many reasons. I could feel Drew's blood on my hands. I wanted to die. Drew was in complete shock, he didn't say anything, I don't think he could. I felt like I was in shock also. It was horrible. To see him up there like that. I told him to grab my shoulders, and he could barely do it, I could feel him shake violently. I bit my lip until it bled, trying to stay focused. Trying to not think of the inevitable. I took a hold of him, and had to sort of lift him as I pulled him off of the nails. It was horrible. As soon as I got him off the nails, which he had so many go through him, and he bled so much when I took him down. I wasn't extremely strong, so I held onto him as best as I could, and we both kind of sunk to the floor together.

I was crying, like the stupid girl I am, not loud or annoying though, like in movies. But yeah...lots of it makes up for the loud/annoying-ness? He was crumpled on the floor in my arms. I pulled him up onto my knees, closed my eyes and rested my head on his. His breathing was really shallow, and he bled profusely. "Doll, you need to get out of here." He kept saying. I told him I couldn't. I was desperate for a lie for comfort. I promised him I'd get him out of there. But all of the blood all over us both and the floor was discouraging. He coughed and shuddered a lot, and blood spilled from his beautiful lips. It was so believable. Looking at him, in so much pain, hurt so badly, was one of the most horrifying things I've seen. His eyes were watery, and he kept blinking a lot because of it. I held onto him tightly. I promised I'd never let go. But he told me to leave, and I said I couldn't. He told me it would be alright. I held onto him so tight. It was the worst feeling in the world. it was the worst thing I could imagine. He touched the side of my face. "A single touch. Before I fade." He said quietly. I closed my eyes and savored his feel, I kept denying what would happen. I ran my fingers along the side of his face, through his long black soft hair, tracing down his face, over his sideburns, and down to his lips. Which blood kept draining from. "Weightless, endless, faithless, I'll adore you." I said quietly. And very slowly, he didn't respond as much, and his breathing calmed down a lot. I couldn't stop crying. He wrapped his arms around me, and I did to him. It was the worst feeling, it felt so real, that's why it disturbs me.  He was writhing, and grunting, trying to move, in most obvious pain. I could feel him slipping. I could feel him slipping away. I held on, as if for some reason it would stop it all from happening. We held each other, I kissed him, and told him I loved him. It was only minutes later of him struggling to not die when he actually died. he just, stopped breathing. I could feel it in him when he died, too. I knew the precise moment. I couldn't stop crying. And then his open eyes started to become death glazed. But I couldn't look away. Although lifeless, then, his eyes would capture me. But in Horror. i didn't want to believe it. I tried too talk him back. but Obviously it couldn't be done. I tried to will him back. That was hopeless, too. I finally go the will to close his eyes. Knowing I'd never see them again. Or him. I-It's horrific. I held him and crumpled around him, It was horrible. It was one of the most horrifying , and def. the most vivid dream i have ever had. I mean, it felt like I was really there. It felt like I had held him. The images were gruesome, but believable, I mean, the way he looked. The blood, I swear I felt it, It looked so fucking real. I couldn't get it out of my head when I awoke. I woke up just after he died in my dream.
might not sound so bad to you, But if you dreamed it. it wouldn't have been at all. If you could have seen it. I never want to again.
That was one Dream I wish someone had interrupted before I got upset. I woke up crying. I'm amazed Hannah didn't wake up. I was trembling and sweating also when I woke up. I felt so hot. The images of Drew in my head made me cry more, and the images wouldn't leave me alone, so I ran into the bathroom and threw up.
I fucking hated it. I suppose I'm dumb for letting Dreams shake me up so much. But it was so real.

Just a Dream. Why couldn’t I have woken up?

Ok. So it had lyrics from a song in it. The Despair Factor. ...But I don't know why? I wasn't listening to it before I slept, or anything. Hm.

But really...

Now what the fuck does that dream mean....?

EDIT: Well. The night after I told Drew about it was when he told me what he thought it meant. Apparently he had put some thought to it.
This is what he said he thought stuff meant.
GLASS HOUSE: Like the saying (which I will misquote, I know) 'Never throw rocks in a glass house.', or whatever. And he figured that I am afraid to say stuff. Afraid to talk. Yes. Very true.
PROTECTION: Yes, the part in the dream where Drew moved me out of the way. Drew's protecting me from something. Yes. Yes he is.
DEATH: He said it's probably because I've been thinking about losing him. He's right again. ..And I don't have to think much longer, it will be a reality soon. For once I dread the fall... But.
BLADES: He touched the scratch on the side of my face where my dad left it as most likely a scar a while back when he suggested the thought about the guy having blades as hands, having things that cut doing harm to him. That it was probably from that. Which, now that I think about it. Most definitely would be.

Ok. This is all I could remember from then. That's basically what he said. I've never been good at telling anything verbatim.

 So thank you, Drew. I believe you've pretty much had it.  It was still one of the most horrifying things I saw. The first few seconds I woke up. Was the worst feeling. that it was real.