Superiority complex
My Xroommates are persecuting me in various ways.
I feel very alert, and I'm running through trees and bushes.
I know their thoughts are base and sluggish.
I'm not afraid.
I'm running to my parents house, and get there before them.
I'm in my old room, which is set up the same way it was when I was 10.
I'm trying to decide between pulling the pale pink curtains back with their sashes
and leaving them closed.
I choose to keep them closed, but I can see through the center slit.
It's dark outside.
I turn out the light and can feel my heart beating.
(I'm surprised the adrenaline rush didn't wake me up)
I know they are coming to leave mangled dolls on the front lawn,
and I feel quite smug knowing this.
I can feel how juvenile they are inside,
and watch with amusement as they sneak through the yard.
Twisted
I'm in a gymnasium of some sort.
(A high school gym?)
A hunched over figure under a sweaty towel comes up beside me.
Someone says "she want's to talk to you..."
The figure pulls off the towel and I see she is a tan skinned woman with a twisted, angry face.
She's wearing a yellow polyester tracksuit with 2 shiny blue stripes running along the sleeves.
She's deformed in a way that causes her to be twisted around to the right,
so she's facing me, but her head is quite low, as if her spine is warped.
She's very angry at me for some reason, I can read this in her eyes and facial expression,
even though she has a hard time talking.
I don't know what I've done to upset her.
[upon waking I felt like the figure was born out of the ugliness of being 2-faced,
and that the she was upset with me for her own creation.]