... waaaaiiiiit a minute...
Well, not usually.
But they were insane last night as well...
I'm watching a horror movie, but like in any dream, it's more like I'm actually there. It's late and there are two groups of kids in the woods. One group's car crashed when they saw something or someone standing in the middle of the road and now they're all dead. The other group is hanging out in a field drinking and possibly copulating. (Copulating!!) They have no idea how much danger they're in. The person in the middle of the road was a serial killer...And also a monster! He had slimy gray skin, loong fingernails, and a deformed face that was always obscured from view. He goes up to the car after it's crashed. It's mangled and upside down. He goes inside and looks around. He walks up to the guy in the front seat and pulls one of his long yellow fingernails right off of his hand painlessly. He uses it a knife and cuts a horizontal line across the guy's stomach. Then he digs his hand in and pulls the flesh off of his stomach in a long, perfectly rectangular strip. He pulls the guy's heart out and eats it. He then proceeds to rip the organs out of a few more of the occupants of the car, eating them all. This would be pretty horrifying, but all of this just looks like really good Tom Savini special effects.
Meanwhile, the other kids are hangin' out. One of them, played by some horribly miscast R&B singer, leads one of the football player guys into the woods for copulation. (Copulation!!) They will obviously be killed. The other kids sit and tell scary stories. One of them starts talking about serial killers. He recounts the story of one particular killer and the whole thing goes into a flashback...
Now I'm actually a character. I'm a police detective in a strange room. There's a big hospital bed with a man sleeping in it, strapped down. There are security guards everywhere. A machine is hooked up to the back of the bed, projecting weird lights onto an old, hillbilly-*** trailer. I realize that it's the early eighties right now. There are a bunch of scientists around. One of them starts talking to me. It's Albert Einstein, in a tangerine leisure suit. This is his new field of research, experimental psychology. The man in the bed brutally murdered a bunch of people, culminating in killing his wife and kids, and attempting to kill himself. However, he only managed to go into a coma. He's such an interesting subject - Einstein explains - because he's a psycho-killer whose brain can be safely examined with all this new fangled technology, without him killing someone. A security guard walks past the bed and suddenly the killer's hand springs from it's straps with a butcher knife in it's grasp and it stabs the guard twice. The guard is spraying blood everywhere as a way-too positive man in a business suit calms everyone down and straps the killer back down. "Just spontaneous motor reflexes," he explains. "It's all normal." I ask him if the killer will ever actually wake up. He tells me that he will of course, but when he does he'll believe he's JFK, (I should mention that just before I fell asleep I was watching "Bubba Ho-Tep" on TV, so you can probably see where that bit comes from) and they have various ways to facilitate this so that his sense of reality isn't shattered and he'll be alright. It's at about this point that I wake up.
Later, I had a dream where my school had been replaced by a farm in the middle of a field. I mean, it was the exact same layout as my school, just in the form of a barn and a slaughterhouse and whatnot. All the kids were hanging out in a giant field when one of them tried walking out into the woods. He ended up being chased off by Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I thought "
Of course that's what happens when you go in the woods. Stupid kid" and reacted no more.