Puppet Show
Category: Blogging
Current mood:  gloomy

Another Nightmare. This one is an old one from my actual dream journal. 

I jumped a fence and landed in someone's backyard, there was a crappy little rectangular brick house. 
On the other side of the yard, an old rusty car was parked in the corner.  There was a man wearing sunglasses sitting in the driver's seat, and I could see him moving. 

The closer I got, the more I could see that he was tapping his finger on the steering wheel. 
I started to get the uneasy feeling that I couldn't shake. When I got close enough to the window, I could see that his tapping finger was actually hung up by a string, being moved by a couple of gears that were leading to the garage. His sunglasses were being used to hide the fact that his eyes were rotting out of his head. 

Like a moron, I started walking toward the garage. The doors opened up, and there was a pudgy little teenager with a blonde buzzcut sitting on a box. He looked like what bullies look like in every cartoon. When I looked at the walls, I saw that they were covered in his "puppets" which were literally just corpses that he'd turned into mechanical dolls. 

"Do you like?" He asked. I darted the hell out of there- or atleast I tried to- but he started grabbing at my ankles with his crusty little fingers. 

I eventually was able to escape after climbing through a bunch of uncomfortable small spaces, but the feeling of doom remained for the rest of the dream.