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I'm going to write out this nightmare I had. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. It was seriously fucked up in every way I can possibly think of. It was like a combination of 4 things: This movie called Wrong Turn that I saw about 6 months ago, The Cosbys, people I worked with at Sykes, and an affair I had with a married man. If you think you might understand what it's supposed to mean, post a reply.

It started out as like a sexual encounter with this guy Marc that I had a year ago. He was married and I knew it, but I slept with him anyway.. which was wrong. But anyway, it was as if I was reliving it. Only instead of it happening in the back seat of his car, we ended up in some sort of weird like shack thing in the woods. We fucked and then we heard someone coming, so I hid like in this shower and he ran around out back in some bushes. There was a table in the middle of the room, and two guys came in, dragging a dead body. I couldn't see what was happening because I was behind the shower curtain but for some reason, I knew it was a body and for some reason I thought it was Marc's. I was terrified, but I kept quiet because I was afraid.

One of the men looked like this fat black guy from the movie Gothica and he was wearing a butcher's apron thing which was covered in blood. I peeked through a crack and saw it. The other looked like a mountain man from the movie Wrong Turn. The black guy left and the other guy proceeded to totally mutilate the body he had dragged in after placing it on the table. He cut it up into little pieces. I was so disgusted and tried to keep myself from vomiting. The guy that looked like the mountain man said something about needing the "jaws of death" to finish the job, and he walked over to where I was behind the shower and pulled it back, so he could get this weird metal thing that was hanging from the ceiling above the shower, which was covered in dried up blood and other gross smudges. He saw me and I jumped out and ran to the door, and Marc was standing there. He told the guy that it was ok and that I was a friend. And then he left.

For some reason after that point I ended up with Marc's wife. She was trying to prove that Marc and I had an affair but I had been denying it over and over. She took me into the house, and in the house it was like the Cosby house, there was a black family living there and it was a normal house and stuff. I gasped when the mountain man came in, and they asked me what was wrong. I lied and said I thought I saw a mouse because I didn't want them to know I was afraid. Then they made me go look for it. When I was upstairs, this guy Shane I used to work with gave me these candies that he said were like speed. And then after that I somehow ended up behind a tennis court, and Summer (Marc's wife) was accusing me of sleeping with Marc. And then I somehow got in my car and I was going to drive away.

I don't really remember parts of it or how they all fit in together to create a story. But needless to say it was so fucked up. It sounds really retarded just reading it as I typed what bits and pieces I could remember, but it was the most horrifying dream I've had in all my life.

The affair I had with Marc was a year ago and I still have nightmares over it. I think it's some sort of punishment for ruining someone's marriage. I'm damned to hell.

I know it sounds insane, I totally agree. I don't know what to make of it.