Bad Dream (1/?)

Well, this is my blog, right? Duh. That means I get to post anything I want, and I find it's therapeutic to post about my dreams. My nightmares, rather. So here's one that I had a while ago.

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 I woke up one day, and I was really excited, but I didn't know why until my dad burst into my room with a big grin, saying "It's red string day!" and reminded me that today was the day where the rules of gravity and the like didn't apply because today was the day that I and everyone else in the world were to follow their now visible red strings and find their true love.

 So I packed my backpack, said goodbye, and followed my string. Whenever I had to cross a body of water, it would be frozen thick enough for me to walk across. So I follow it for a few hours, occasionally running into people I know. I finally manage to get the the end of mine--or at least I thought it was the end.

 My red string had been taken and woven through a few trees to form a spider web shape, and in the middle of it sat this gorgeous man, the other end tied to his wrist. He jumped down from it, and the web collapsed into a pile of string which quickly shrank. Then I started walking forwards, towards him.

 We sat and talked for a while, just getting to know each other. He was wonderful, and I was definitely falling for him. Then he asked me "Do you trust me?" I said yes, of course.  My red string led to him---I should've been able to, right?

 I was wrong. Very wrong.

 He took some of the string, since it'd somehow become slack again, and before I could react, wrapped it around my neck. Then he started squeezing, and I couldn't breathe. I was begging him to stop, but he just wouldn't, just squeezing tighter and tighter before loosening it, letting me breathe.

 Then I noticed he'd somehow tied me to a tree with the string, and slipped the string off of his wrist. He pulled out a knife, and started cutting at me. As he was cutting, he was mumbling happily about his Dad or something and my red string was turning black. And then he ate my arms and my legs, then bit out my throat and let me bleed to death.

 And while I was bleeding, I looked up into the trees above us and saw the person my string really led to, dead.

 And then I died.

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Thank you, brain. Thank you.