Sweet Carnage Dreams

Sweet Carnage Dreams

You ever had one of those damn
dreams where you have total
motherfucking control?

I don’t get them often and usually
I waste them telling a dead person
that they have passed away!

That’s so stupid. Then I wake up.
My dreams always seem to bring
back the “human” monsters!

Many times…they touch me in
horrible intimate ways and they
gang up and hold me down!!!

Other times, they chase me and
tell me what happens if they catch
me. In those, it seems real til I wake!

But…an extraordinary opportunity
happened when I tried new sleep meds…
I went deep but knew it was a dream.

Holy shit! I decided that real or not
(and I knew “not”)…I had an way for
some ultimate payback!!! Paula style!

Time, space and death meld in a
dream state! I took dead ex-hubby’s
gun and 2 longest sharpest knives.

I fixed him a huge meal. Fatboy weighed
in at 600 lbs years before he died. I took him the platter and then gutted him!!!

I stuffed him very well! If you know
what I mean? Big turkey for the
coroner – except it wasn’t real!!!

I went downstairs and was suddenly
in our old westside house. Jimmy was
eating cereal. Then he wasn’t…

Decapitation! Cuts like butter! I put his
head in his bowl and his dick in his
rotted mouth. I went looking for mommy.

She liked to soak in the tub. She rarely
washed but that kept the smell down!
For her, she had everyone wait on her!

Bring me some chips! Make me a
sandwich! I need more ice and RC!
There she was! Old, ugly, and naked!

What a pathetic piece of shit! She had
bedbug sores she constantly picked.
Some infected and some scabby!

Sores for years before she died…
but of cancer. I didn’t want to hear her voice – so I shot her in the head!!!

But she talked anyway! I guess no
rules for her either! “Now, I have a fucking headache…you little cunt!

Get me some Tylenol and see if
there are any pringles! More ice, too.”
I STUCK THE GUN IN HER SNATCH…

…and made the water bloody red.
Still the bitch kept going on! “You
fucking wasted a tub of hot water!”

On she went…I was a bitch and a slut
and a druggie whore! I was just like
her! I was useless and couldn’t even

…fucking kill her right! But this was
my dream – so this was in MY head!
Man, those sleep meds work!!!

She kept ranting and bitching while
the tub drained! Not a wound in sight!
WTF? I sat there for what seemed…

…like hours and sliced her into tiny
pieces I could flush. Her arm and leg
bones went out the bathroom window…

Piece by piece I cut and flushed…
gutted and flushed! I snapped her
brittle bones and made many wishes!

She kept on talking! “Lazy, are you ever
going to look for the pringles? I removed
her eyeballs. They floated in the crapper.

I tossed them out the window, too. Some
dog, wolf or bear would find them! “Now,
you’ll have to feed them to me! Til I…

…get myself together again!” I ripped off
her head and tossed THAT out, also! The nasty bitch bit me! As she’s done before!

It got quicker and easier, but I swear I
could hear her out in the yard! Going
on and on about the pringles!!! Damn!

I drained the tub a final time when all
the SHIT had been flushed! All the bones
out the window – AND SHE WAS GONE!

I started waking up. I felt totally rested.
Amazing what a good night’s sleep
can do for a crazy psychopath!!!

I might just take those meds again!